Motorbike - Matt McAndrew

I can’t believe we’re gettin' this old

October is a blowin' in cold

Put off all the bad advice

And put on your leather coat

Don’t think about what you had

That thinkin' only makes you sad

Will my love fall back again

Like an angel in the snow?

I’ve got big, big dreams

But I still ain’t got no motorbike

And there’s no money from the likes of what I love

And it seems, it seems

Me and my friends won’t make it through

‘Cause I still draw on dumb tattoo I’m thinking of

City livin' isn’t livin' quite right

Scared of sitting at a traffic light

Pretty pigeon ain’t a pretty sight

In a puddle, eatin' dirt

Staring at a broken telephone

Disconnected, and I feel alone

Just tell me what I used to know

And nobody here gets hurt

I’ve got big, big dreams

But I still ain’t got no motorbike

And there’s no money from the likes of what I love

And it seems, it seems

Me and my friends won’t make it through

‘Cause I still draw on dumb tattoo I’m thinking of

When it’s the present we hate the past

Everybody grows up too fast

When I was looking through the looking glass

I looked past being young

Disappointment comes as you grow

My generation’s not a TV show

And you can tell the fuckin' radio

That our songs have not been sung

I’ve got big, big dreams

But I still ain’t got no motorbike

And there’s no money from the likes of what I love

And it seems, it seems

Me and my friends won’t make it through

‘Cause I still draw on dumb tattoo I’m thinking of

I can’t believe we’re gettin' this old

October is a blowin' in cold

Put off all the bad advice

And put on your leather coat