Текст Matt McAndrew – Motorbike

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

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