Bicycles Randy's Song
Waiting around for something to do
Smoked enough cigarettes to yellow the room
I hope you get back from wherever you're at
It's lonely here without you
Whistling while i'm stocking the shelves
There's the aisle where i laid you down
I take from the till for our house on a hill
Our friends will come around
Sometimes i get surprised by how much i need you
I hope you get back from wherever you're at
It's lonely here without you
