Bruce Cockburn
The Bicycle Trip
[Verse 1]
Drift along
Hear the gravel crackle
Butterflies
Shades of the eternal dancer
God has buttered the land with sunlight
Sunlight

[Verse 2]
Corn grows high
Like a tall Watusi
Katydid
Hums a monotonous tune
Rather hypnotically
Hmmmmmm

[Bridge]
Overhead there's a parrot with boxing gloves
Singing like me
What a clever bird
Even knows the words
But he doesn't seem to see
Me
Making my great escape
You can just take so much of your own advice
Who needs a king
Sitting in a tree
So loquaciously
Pigeonholing everything
Pigeons have a way of taking wing
-ing wing
[Verse 4]
Back again
Purple thistles bristle
All around
Bane of the eternal dancer
Hmmmmmm

[Outro]
Home is just around the bend
The end