[00:20.20]Oh pedaling is hard, move fast as I can go,
[00:24.53]The basket of my bicycle is hanging low,
[00:28.30]It's filled with things that I am bringing to your house.
[00:31.94]You said some strange things on the phone,
[00:34.18]I wanna know what they're about.
[00:35.88]When I get there you are done.
[00:39.72]Your things in boxes on your lawn
[00:43.39]And all the books you ever read, are stacked upon your steps
[00:46.79]Instead of in your room and all your shoes
[00:49.57]Are strung out on your neighbor's fence.
[00:51.47]Among all this I find a note addressed to me, it says:
[00:55.69]"I'm leaving this place; not by choice it's my fate.
[01:02.49]I don't wanna hurt you, not trying to desert you
[01:06.29]Some people just weren't cut out for this race."
[01:10.74]Get back on my bicycle, I'm moving slow
[01:14.06]Never thought I'd realize the type of things I've come to know
[01:18.03]Some people just weren't cut out for this type of life
[01:21.32]To end up like their fathers with a house, a dog, two kids, a wife.
[01:25.36]The pressures of society are bound to get to you.
[01:31.10]I guess I'll have to let him go.
[01:35.47]Oh I guess I'll cut him loose.
[01:40.65]O,oh...