Bicycle

I have a wife, and together we live, in a very small room

Yesterday she lost, her car broke down, and now I ride a bicycle

You say, I told you so, you were much too young to get married.

But I say, You're way too old, and when did you stop living anyway?

As I ride my bike, with my safety helmet on, and white tennis shoes,

they stare at me but I see through new eyes, or maybe you just don't remember

This place that I'm supposed to be, is not the chair in front of a desk in front of a mirror

Can't you see that it's not here or there or anywhere

But in speaking distance with God,and where can you go that's too far?

Because I can worship him anywhere