Raindrops race across

The windows fogged

They're always scheming

Keep on moving on

On and on

The left one's winning

Their race distracts

From geese's quacks

And his parents' screaming

And they love him lots

And he loves them more

But it's just some steps

To walk out that door

And then

They'd understand what he'd meant

He'd be riding to the sun

Now our son he runs

They're words that he

Won't get to say

But what he's feeling

Those words could follow him

Stuck to that bike he's riding

Riding into the sun

He could get away

And if he was gone

They'd forget him more

And that forest won

He'd be ignored

For some trees

And another November haze

He'll be riding to the sun

Now our son he runs