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?)