The Algonquin Bridge

I was biking down The Algonquin Bridge real fast
On my way to the ferry in a fancy white scarf
And I turned quick to pass an old man with a dog
And the wood on the bridge was real slippery from the morning dew
And when I leaned in to turn
My wheels slid out from under me
And I slid the rest of the way down the bridge on my side
And I had that feeling in my head like
When this is over
Am I gonna get back up
And how bad is this all gonna hurt
But I got up right away thank God
And my scarf was still fancy and white
And I wasn't spooked or nothing at all like that
In fact all I could think about was catching that goddamn ferry
And the old man said real matter of fact
You were biking too fast
And I said I was trying to catch the ferry
And he gave me a look as if to say you're a slave to bad faith
And your decisions reflect that young man
And when the hell you gonna wake up and realize
There's more to life than crossing bridges fast
And catching ferries
And I thought this old prick can't judge me
And I rode to the ferry and made it just on time
And sat down next to Erin
And we talked about work
And later on my backside hurt real bad and felt bruised
And I couldn't sit down without a cushion
But the truth is I didn't mind cuz I kinda like how purple it all got
Hell, it reminds me I'm alive and sitting down is a choice
It's my choice, goddamn it
Even if it hurts
And you know what? I hate to say it
But that old man was probably right
I mean I was going too fast
And I'm always going too fast
But sometimes you gotta go too fast
In order to fall over on The Algonquin Bridge