Itís the End of the Ride as We Know It

(Tune: It's the End of the World as we Know It [REM])

 

It starts with eight hundred bicycles

Riders stretching for the ride

Leaving from a high school

 

Rest stop, Gatorade, grab a snack and on your way

Ride with some diffeent folks, talk a bit and tell some jokes

Rainshower get wet, ride isn't over yet

Little kids give a wave, that's just about my fav'

 

Spagetti dinner fill your face, cold shower at this place

Sleeping bag, gym floor

 

It's the end of the first day of riding

It's the end of the first day of riding

It's the end of the first day of riding

And I feel tired

 

Back up with seven-fifty bicycles

Pancake breakfast, packing up

Rolling out in hundreds

 

Flat tire chain broke think I snapped another spoke

Motorcycles SAG wagon, broken bikes and people lagging

Rest stop too far away, go behind a bale of hay

Someone in a Firebird honked and gave us all the bird

 

Barbecue, another shower, I've got no more power

Take the bus back

 

It's the end of the second day of riding

It's the end of the second day of riding

It's the end of the second day of riding

And I feel fine, I mean, exhausted

 

It's the end of the ride as we know it

It's the end of the ride as we know it

It's the end of the ride as we know it

And I feel fine

 

Finished January 25, 2003; begun fall 2002

Describes riding the MS-150 in SW Missouri

Lyrics by Bill Griffin

Lyrics copyright 2003 Bill Griffin