Bike ride

Here we are again, it's such a funny game Shadows in the grass, it could be fall, it could be spring There goes that empty feeling somewhere between my stomach and my eyes I guess it's time for another bike ride on the costanera I guess it's time for another bike ride on the costanera I guess it's time for another bike ride on the costanera Here you are again, it's such a fickle game I wait for two checks to turn blue, I guess I'll have another drink There goes that foreign logic - could it be, again I'm really wrong? I guess it's time for another bike ride on the costanera I guess it's time for another bike ride on the costanera I guess it's time for another bike ride on the costanera Y mi termo todavía huele a coriandro No importa, de todas formas siempre prefería café En mi cuarto está colgado el cuadro que me diste Ahí se queda, es mi cuarto, I like it that way Here I am again, is this an endless game? Just let it pass, it's back to me, but then who's me is now not quite the same There goes that good old boy, silly me, I foolishly forgot I guess it's time for another bike ride on the costanera I guess it's time for another bike ride on the costanera I guess it's time for another bike ride on the costanera I guess it's time for another bike ride on the costanera I guess it's time for another bike ride on the costanera