It’s
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
Lyrics
by Bill Griffin
Lyrics
copyright 2003 Bill