I remember when I was young,
Everyday, I danced and sung,
With the girl, I loved the most,
Near the lighthouse, at the coast.
Her eyes, the big ol' blue,
Her lips, like roses In dew,
Her hair, like night before dawn,
Her voice, made nightingale moan.
But one day, as destiny decide,
She died, as her cycle collide,
With a truck, the driver tried,
To save her, but she didn't survive.
Now, I see her in another girl.
In the breeze, she swiftly swirl,
Racing with her, on cycle is fun,
But just like the last girl, I lose, she Won.
Then I planned everything, just like before,
Failed her brakes, and asked to race once more,
Then pushed her before the truck rolling,
Oh man! I love this same old familiar feeling.
