It's beginning to rain, and I am the faithless one
It's beginning to rain, and I am the one who is heartlessly hopeful
So pedal on a little more, and persevere
Push and pump and feel the rain
smell ozone and think of San Francisco.
Oh big dumb heart you are so tired of all your frantic beats, lately. And the old ones have started that wear, so there are smooth patches rubbed down on some surfaces that just don't catch like they used to. Oh, sometimes, it flutters like tobacco papers gotten loose. I am sorry, you heavy thing, I am sorry I am trying to make you fly. Forgive me.