Hands on the grips of my bike
Riding fast pushing pedals under my feet
The pavement moves so quickly, flying high
I’ll be there soon
I’ll be next to you

Standing in gardonia
With a buddy of mine
He shakes my hands and holds them tight
Pulls my shoulders to the right

In my ear he whispers something
So i hold my breath for a little while
Until it passes by
The feelings of fright
Are gone
Now i’m left alone
All by myself

He tells me he gets nervous from looking outside
Possibilities of what might happen
I tell him it comes with who you want to be

Overthinks everything that comes his way
He takes me by the hands again
And says show me the way