Текст: Small Brown Bike. Mine of You....

I owe it all to you. I follow the lines in my eyes. You are gone. What's left of you? Am I a sum of mine? Am I the only kind? Should I run to see what I want? Slide through life while in a bind. Chase these dreams of mine. I can't talk myself out of this one. Kids are left behind. Can't see what they want. Tradition holds them back. Decision made by mom and dad. The choice is mine. See what you see. Run while you can. I bounce to you and then back to me. I wish that I didn't sit that one out. Grow with time and not with age. I have been told. I have disobeyed. I want to be me and mine of you. I owe it all to you.