I found your name
on an old schoolbook
Bent corner page
and a coffee stain
Your blue bicycle
still by the porch
Same rusted bell
same crooked chain
And I stood there long enough
to hear the screen door cry
The yard looked smaller than before
like it forgot July
Blue bicycle, blue bicycle
You rolled away so slow
Blue bicycle, blue bicycle
I still hear the spokes go
Take me back
Take me back
To where we used to go
Mrs. Lane still waves
from her garden gate
Her hands look tired
but she knows my face
The corner store
is a barber shop now
Same cracked cement
different signs out front
And the creek behind the field
runs thin and gold
We said we'd never leave that road
we said we'd never grow old
Blue bicycle, blue bicycle
You rolled away so slow
Blue bicycle, blue bicycle
I still hear the spokes go
Take me back
Take me back
To where we used to go
I kept one shirt
with your faded tag
One paper star
from the county fair
If I call your name
in the quiet house
It comes back soft
like you were there
Blue bicycle, blue bicycle
You rolled away so slow
Blue bicycle, blue bicycle
I still hear the spokes go
Take me back
Take me back
To where we used to go
Blue bicycle, blue bicycle
I let you go, I know
