I Can't Bike

Stone cold
Looks in the rear view
I won’t shut up again
Holding your tongue
Your white knuckles say it all

And the secrets
The side view mirrors keep
Glances that are ten years old
No one can see me
Feeling small once more

We coast
Through these flat plains
Feeling bad but what for?
A pity case who plays pretty well
Riding this one uphill