Tender Wheels

Tell me all the things you do
When bicycles are quiet
I can almost feel your tender wheels
Spinning through the light
There’s music on the radio
From a car that’s parked outside
The sound is there, ‘most everywhere
Then it fades into silence and light
Those letters you wrote to me
Back when you used to write
They tell of how our love turned sour
With the turning of the tire
The evening sun is sinking low
The moon is in the sky
We thought the past was gone at last
But it’s back in the wink of an eye
So goodnight, good night, sleep tight my friend
I might not be home tonight
I’ve drifted so far from who you are
To ever make it right