The Red Bicycle

Your bicycle leaned in the shed A little rust around the red I couldn't touch the handle grips Still smooth where you had held them tight Then April came with stubborn green I pumped the tires and found the street Red bicycle, carry me Past the place I couldn't leave I can miss you, I can move Both these things can still be true I took the hill you used to hate And stopped outside your favorite place The woman waved and knew me then She said I had your sideways grin Red bicycle, carry me Past the place I couldn't leave I can miss you, I can move Both these things can still be true I bought fresh peaches, tied them tight And rode back home before the night For once the bell beneath my thumb Was more than what had come undone Red bicycle, carry me Past the place I couldn't leave I can miss you, I can move Both these things can still be true I park it where the sun gets in Tomorrow I will ride again