I really don't know what to tell you. Sometimes we're full of happiness, and sometimes we're fucking sad; and when we're somewhere in between, you know, we're usually not too bad. You could call it alright, let's go with that tonight, and walk a mile or two without a word, beneath the yellows and the whites: the same colors that never wavered, and used to keep our streets alight. I really don't know what to tell you, you know, but we're as weird as they will ever come; and just when you think you've got us figured out, you've only just begun. As miserable as any, and as happy as can be; found the free ride resting in the dirt, beside the mango tree. No breaks, but you can never gripe, when the cost is free. I really don't know what to tell you, but it's time for us to go; leave your questions on the table, but I guess you'll never know. To where we're headed, who we are, and why we laugh as we do so; our tires splashing through the sand, as we shake both to-and-fro; our lips curling in a far off land, somewhere from down below. I really don't know what to tell you, but I guess this is goodbye; and if you happen to make it out in time, well, we'd love for you to try; to hop aboard and pedal fast, before it passes by; a one free ride to happiness, there waiting by your side.