PRAYERS FOR ATHEISTS – BIKE SONG

I give this bike to breathe – no thought where I’m goin’.
Cut cord, no cell phone to hold me.
Patches on my shirt, dirty black jeans,
duct-taped shoes, breakneck speed,
patches in my backpack just in case,
padlock fat, chained to my waist,
Snaked in bike tube, safe from the rust,
steady like a Gunslinger belt in the sun.

Steel in my kick, piston in my knee,
lane packed wit’ traffic, and I’m weavin’ in between.
Walls close in, gotta find a seam –
Horse n’ His Boy, My War in the street.
Legs pump till pedals blaze.
Suits on the corner stare like I’m crazy,
but it’s safe in my sights and clear up ahead.
Through a needle’s eye, now I’m shootin’ like a thread.

Gap disappears, Mack truck screams.
Yellow turnin’ red, but I still got the lead.
We know this race is not to the swift,
but to those who keep pedaling through the shit.
Night time, summer breeze, shadows on the ground.
Bike kids – dark wings – sail through the sound,
kick like a drum pound, rise through the field.
Sky’s the only limit, and this bike is how I breathe,
this bike is how I breathe,
this bike is how I breathe!

Wild free horses in the sun, smile in our eyes,
live for the day, race to the light.
Right now, leave the house with a need for eyes to see
anything but computer screens, PUSH!
Face to the blue, petals in the breeze,
any piece of sky, any scrap of green.
One tight break and one gear speed
with a frame that fit and a chest high seat.
Dress for the war: rain, snow, sleet.
This is my horse, and I don’t need
gas that costs, cars that kill,
or no gears to make that hill.
My body, my fuel, my sweat steam,
my still electric, my exhaust clean.
Sleep, school, work/work, school, sleep?
I’d rather ride my bike than watch TV!

Gap disappears, mack truck screams.
Yellow turnin’ red, but I still got the lead.
We know this race is not to the swift,
but to those who keep pedaling through the shit.
Night time, summer breeze, shadows on the ground.
Bike kids – dark wings – sail through the sound,
kick like a drum pound, rise through the field.
Sky’s the only limit, and this bike is how I breathe,
this bike is how I breathe,
this bike is how I breathe!

Cars kill,
my still.
I don’t
need no
gears or
gas filled
to make
that hill.

Wild free
horses
in the
sunshine:
live for
the day,
race to
the light!

LIVE FOR THE DAY!
RACE TO THE LIGHT!

Night time, summer breeze, shadows on the ground.
Bike kids – dark wings – sail through the sound,
kick like a drum pound, rise through the field.
Sky’s the only limit, and this bike is how I breathe.
Face to the blue, petals in the breeze,
any piece of sky, any scrap of green.
Horses in the sun, smile in our eyes.
Live for the day, race to the light!
Live for the day – race to the, race to the light!