I like to ride my bicycle at night
When the streets are dark and cold
Down the Tongue Canyon Road
And I look in all the windows
At the people passing time and getting old
In the television glow
Dad put us on training wheels
In the Church parking lot
And I got my first two wheeler and he said, that's how freedom feels
But stay on the sidewalks
And we'd ride everyday to school
In a pack of five or six
And we'd see who could go no handed
For the longest
I like to ride my bicycle at night
When the streets are dark and cold
Down the Tongue Canyon Road
And I look in all the windows
At the people passing time and getting old
In the television glow
Well I left and loved and moved around
Now I've got a kid and a truck and we're coming back to town
Where the streets are all the same
And I know the trees by name
And I used to ride passed Annie's house
Imagine of what I'd do if she came out
Fix my hair, glide real slow
Maybe she'd be at the window
I remember hoping Dad was asleep when I got home
Maybe there'd be something left on the stove
And in the morning light, he'd ask me where'd I'd been all night
I'd stand up straight, talk real low
Tell him I'd been on my bicycle
I like to ride my bicycle at night
When the streets are dark and cold
Down the Tongue Canyon Road
And I look in all the windows
At the people passing time and getting old
In the television glow