After a genuine act of defiance
You're 29 and you lost your license
That's fine you need to ride your bike more
About a month and you're joining the peace corp
And I'm okay with this downhill strategy
No brakes but many [?]
Right now you're singing the fixed-gear blues
But look me up when you're walking in worn-down shoes
I see what you're doing right there
But you're dreaming if you think that I care
They picked on cause you're so small
Stand on your money and you're 20 feet tall
The grass is always greener somewhere
And the pavement's always cleaner somewhere
But I'm breathing easy under blue skies
I've got a smile 20 feet wide I will lend you my ear
