Quiet Ride

Quiet ride on a cheap bike And you can pass any time you'd like No one's proving anything to anyone We're just taking the hills as they come The race moved on ages ago I was occupied If I had known I might have tried I might have tried But I don't think so Quiet night and the streetlights are dim There's no one around And the only sound is the traffic rolling onto the bridge I'm on my way to where I'm going from where I've been The road turns here You can follow it in any direction You'll end up somewhere Freedom comes when no one's paying attention Yeah, but you're always looking over your own shoulder