Pedaling around   My head's facing down   Watching specs in the road   whiz by before my eyes      Take a two hour break to watch Nasfaratu   the old German vampire, with the blinds closed   When the credits hit, turn it off    and hit the streets of 4 PM once again      Pedaling around   Humidity's down   No longer curling my hair   so I stop off for a fountain drink      I pretend it's a beer with a citrus after-taste   and I wave hello to a guy I know   but he can't recall my name   even though he once told me I was the most   talented person that he'd ever met      Pedaling around   My head's facing down   Listening to the tires on the asphalt below   Wondering just how hot oozing tar would have to be   to melt them   If it could would they explode or would the air leak slowly   Just to play it safe, I steer around   the small patches of that black, goopy stuff   but I do enjoy a deep inhale as I roll on by      Pedaling around   My head's facing down   Sweaty bangs in my eyes      Half steering, half eating ice cream   Half steering, half eating ice cream