White Bikes

White bikes on the side of the road
Last night I heard a crash on 22
And you were never the same
Did you forget your name
As the pedals turned and the road unspooled ahead?
Some days I still see your face in the aisles of the crosstown bus
It's like something's looking after us

I'm waiting, I'm waiting
For you to come along again
(Turn the radio up, or how will I ever know?)
Why am I still waiting
For you to come around again?
(The radio's on, how do you turn it down?)

White bikes on the side of the road
Last night I had a dream about your house
And it was never the same
Since they threw out your bed
And changed the locks
And told everyone you were dead
You asked me to look for you
On the overpass near 22

I'm waiting, I'm waiting
For you to come along again
(Turn the radio up, how will I ever know?)
Why am I still waiting
For you to come around again?
(When the radio's on, how do you turn it-)

Am I still waiting?
(Turn it up, turn it up, turn the radio up)
(How do you turn it down?)

How do you turn it down?
How do you turn it down?
When the flowers burn in a purple shock
How do you turn it down?
How do you turn it down?
How do you turn it down?
When the neon sign comes on and you feel it
How do you turn it down?
How do you turn it down?
How do you turn it down?
When your friends are here, and the music's on
How do you turn it down?
How do you turn it down?
How do you turn it down?
When your song is on
How do you turn it-

(Turn it up, turn it up, turn the radio up)
(How will I ever know?)
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
For you to come along again
(Turn the radio up, how will I ever know?)
Why am I still waiting
For you to come around again?
(Turn the radio up, how will I ever know?)

Am I still waiting?
(Turn it up, turn it up, turn the radio up)
(How will I ever know?)