Bike tyres on a dirt path

BIKE TYRES ON A DIRT PATH (E A D G B E, capo 4)

Bike tyres on a dirt path. Wet trees and damp grass.

Wind blows and shadows crawl. Nothing stirs as old leaves fall.

And it all goes by in a blur.

 

Bike tyres on a dirt path. Crows caw and kookaburras laugh.

Everything lives, everything dies. Through the canopy the bluest sky.

And it all goes by just like it should.

Like a stream trickles into the sea.

 

Bike tyres on a dirt path. Carrying you all the way.

You breathe in, you breathe out. Everything around is the only sound.

And you see every single leaf. Every rock and every tree.

Everything just where it should be.