Track 3 of the album Weather Diaries · 2015
Freewheeling Down Harbour Street
“A bell on a handlebar and a hill that sings back. It is the sunniest page in the diary.”
operatic pop · whimsical pop · chamber pop · 2:57
Lyrics
Bell on the handlebar, ring ring ring Down the hill the whole city starts to sing Bakery windows and the morning steam I'm riding through the middle of a dream No map, no plan, just wheels and sky Let the new streets wave as I go by Freewheeling down Harbour Street Wind in my hair and music in my feet Every corner is a brand new chorus Every bridge is opening before us I don't know where I'll land, but oh Freewheeling down Harbour Street, here I go Past the fish stalls and the clock tower's chime Someone waves, and I wave back in time Cobblestones are rattling out a beat The whole wide town is dancing at my feet No map, no plan, just wheels and sky Let the new streets wave as I go by Freewheeling down Harbour Street Wind in my hair and music in my feet Every corner is a brand new chorus Every bridge is opening before us I don't know where I'll land, but oh Freewheeling down Harbour Street, here I go Hands off the bars for a heartbeat or two The world is wide and the world is new Lean into the curve, let the old fear fall I was always meant to ride this all Freewheeling down Harbour Street Wind in my hair and music in my feet Every corner is a brand new chorus Every bridge is opening before us I don't know where I'll land, but oh Freewheeling down Harbour Street, here I go