Street names flashing by us As we cycle in the rainKids have taken shelter In ballparks barrenSignal hills too far to make So we fight our duel in styleIn these streets a child is born While someone's dying breath expiresWhat we have's not what you're after And your wish lies unfulfilledPerhaps he'll grow up with a sword Fight the city on his throneJust knaft a little wood And carve his name on someLoveLoveLoveSo we cruise our chord of dreams Take notes and puzzle whyPedals moving freely Yet the chain's rusting fastStreet names flashing by us As we cycle in the rainKids have taken shelter In ballparks barrenSignal hills too far to make So we fight our duel in style*