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 credit's hit, turn it off   And hit the streets at 4 p.m. 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   Although 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   Half steering, half eating ice cream   Half steering, half eating ice cream