Track 4 of the album Pass Me a Napkin · 2023
Borrowed Bike, Seven Miles Home
“The last bus missed and seven miles to walk. I never felt more alive.”
punk · punk · nostalgic punk · 2:28
Lyrics
Missed the last bus out of the city Phone is dead and my pockets are bare Found a bike with a bell that goes ding-ding Chained to nothing, left right there Seven miles to my mom's front porch Wind in my face and a flat back tire Singing every song I know out loud To the cows and the telephone wire Seven miles, I'm coming home Pedalling hard and I'm not alone The moon is up and the road is long But I can hear my town in every song Seven miles, I'm coming home Passed the gas station, passed the school Passed the field where we used to play Every street light knows my name And they all blink hello my way Knees are tired, hands are cold But I can see the porch light glow Seven miles, I'm coming home Pedalling hard and I'm not alone The moon is up and the road is long But I can hear my town in every song Seven miles, I'm coming home Ding-ding, ding-ding Ring the bell, I'm almost there Ding-ding, ding-ding Mom is waiting in her chair Seven miles, I'm coming home Pedalling hard and I'm not alone The moon is up and the road is long But I can hear my town in every song Seven miles, I'm coming home Ding-ding, I'm home Ding-ding, I'm home