White Bicycle Lyrics

Bella von Butterfly looks out the window

The ceiling feels tight on her head

It's been fourteen hours, her spirit needs oxygen

Bella's been bound to her bed

The clouds race with fervor, the hillside is sparkling

Beckoning out to the rain

The heating is stifling, Bella is itching

To get out and pedal with Jane

Oh they tell her "Sweet lady, the pavements are puddles

Sit down with your chamomile tea"

But Bella would rather be on her white bicycle

Pushed by the wind, feeling free

Feeling free, feeling free, feeling free, feeling free

Jane is in quarantine stuffed like a sausage

With antibiotics and Coke

Her neighbors are nervous, it's driving her mental

She feels like the butt of some joke

It's been seven days and her bedroom tastes stale

The dust bunnies gather and grin

She wonders if Bella will hop on her bike

And come shake her a tonic and gin

Oh they tell her "Sweet lady, the pavements are puddles

Sit down with your chamomile tea"

But Bella would rather be on her white bicycle

Pushed by the wind, feeling free

Feeling free, feeling free, feeling free, feeling free

The storm clouds have shifted and fears have subsided

It's spring and the pansies have bloomed

Jane is all better, the country's red-letter

Recovered from panic and gloom

The friends are rejoicing, the children are cheering

The town fills with laughter and glee

The meadows are muddy, the road is wide open

It calls past the sycamore tree

Oh they tell her "Sweet lady, the pavements are puddles

Sit down with your chamomile tea"

But Bella would rather be on her white bicycle

Pushed by the wind, feeling free

Feeling free, feeling free, feeling free, feeling free

Feeling free, feeling free, feeling free, feeling free

Feeling free, feeling free, feeling free, feeling free

Feeling free, feeling free, feeling free, feeling free