Hands on the grips of my bike Riding fast, pushing pedals under my feet ♪ The pavement moves so quickly, flying high I'll be there soon I'll be next to you Standing in gardonia With a buddy of mine He shakes my hands and holds them tight Pulls my shoulders to the right In my ear he whispers something So I hold my breath for a little while Until it passes by The feelings of fright Are gone Now I'm left alone All by myself He tells me he gets nervous from looking outside Possibilities of what might happen I tell him "it comes with who you want to be" ♪ Overthinks everything that comes his way He takes me by the hands again And says "show me the way"