Bicycle

In the morning time
Before the drapes are open wide
Standing at the door
I'm watching you go for a ride
You turn to the left
And then you're turning to the right
When you're going through I realize you catch my eye
Wish every day to know your name
What can I do to ride with you
The bicycle does look so great
But I can't ride it anyway
And someday I will ask you
To walk with me along the street