Think Ill go for a ride
Take the bike out of the shed
Make a fresh start
Get out of my head
When the head spins
There is no joy
Put me on the saddle
And Im a little boy
A little boy on a mission
Like the Tour de France
Were like Fred and Ginger
When theyre doing their dance
To the sound of rubber
Out on the old bog road
Through the gorse and the heather
Im as free as a bird
It helps me remember
How good it used to be
Feeling like a king
The bike, the road, and me
Think Ill go for a ride
Every ride has victories
Challenges and trials
You hope the skies dont open
When home is many miles
You think youre just cruising
Life is flowing along
Then you know youre vulnerable
At the mercy of the wind
With every hill you climb
You begin and begin and begin
Begin to be a spokesman
With the freedom of the road
You see the Wicklow Mountains
And you know you have to go
I think Ill go for a ride
Summer evenings on the road
The cool breeze in my hair
Poetry in motion
On two wheels around Kildare
There are cycling heroes
Each one is my pal
They inspire me when Im pedaling
By the river or canal
Some days Im like Sean Kelly
Some days Im David Byrne
Pedaling through Dublin
Or Portland Oregon
Mic Christopher in dreadlocks
Donal Lunny and Olwen Fouere
Cycling through the city
Waving to them all there
