Yellow Bike

On a desert Christmas morning 1981
 One month shy of six years old
 In the valley of the sun
 My first two wheel bicycle stood by the tree
 My heart thumping in my chest
 Though I'd tried I couldn't ride one yet
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 Out on our street when my dad let go of the seat
 I rode off and down the road
 Somehow I never went back home
 But I remember what it was like
 Astride my yellow bike
 First freedom, second life
 All the places I could ride
 Leaving early, packing light
 That little ache inside
 My kingdom for someone to ride with
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 Now a highwayman who traded in his handlebars
 Going back and forth
 In vans and rental cars
 On the 10 the 5 the 90 and the 95
 In love with every stretch of road
 But when I drive them on my own
 They remind me what it was like
 Astride that yellow bike
 My kingdom for someone
 Some folks are loners
 And you learn from them
 If you've always been a joiner
 On the move again
 But if you keep your legs pumping
 Despite everything
 Well you can take that sting
 You can make it swing
 Just remember what it was like
 Astride that yellow bike
 First freedom, second life
 All the places I could ride
 Leaving early, packing light
 That little ache inside
 My kingdom for someone to ride with
 I'd trade my kingdom for someone to ride with