Yellow Bike - Pedro The Lion

On a desert Christmas morning, 1981

One month shy of six years old

In the valley of the sun

My first two-wheel bicycle stood by the tree

My heart thumping in my chest

Though I’d tried, I couldn’t ride one yet

Out on our street when my dad let go of the seat

I rode off and down the road

Somehow I never went back home

But I remember what it was like

Astride my yellow bike

First freedom, second life

All the places I could ride

Leaving early packing light

That little ache inside

My kingdom for someone to ride with

Now a highwayman who traded in his handlebars

Going back and forth

In vans and rental cars

On the 10, the 5, the 90, and the 95

In love with every stretch of road

But when I drive them on my own

They remind me what it was like

Astride that yellow bike

My kingdom for someone

Some folks are loners

And you learn from them

If you’ve always been a joiner

On the move again

But if you keep your legs pumping

Despite everything

Well, you can take that sting

You can make it swing

Just remember what it was like

Astride that yellow bike

First freedom, second life

All the places I could ride

Leaving early packing light

That little ache inside

My kingdom for someone to ride with

I’d trade my kingdom for someone to ride with