Maura O'Connell - Broken bicycles

^AmBroken bicycles, ^Gold busted chains ^Dmwith rusted handlebars, ^Amout in the rain ^AmSomebody must have an ^Gorphanage for ^DmAll these things that nobody ^Ewants any^E7more

^AmSeptember's reminding Ju^Gly ^DmIt's time to be saying good^Ambye ^DmSummer is ^Ggone, but our ^Amlove will re^Fmain Like ^Dmold broken ^Gbicycles ^E7out in the ^Erain

^AmBroken bicycles, ^Gdon't tell my folks ^DmThere's all those playing cards ^Ampinned to the spokes ^AmLaid down like skeletons ^Gout on the lawn ^DmThe wheels won't turn when the ^Eother has ^E7gone

^Amthe seasons can turn on a ^Gdime ^Dmsomehow I forget every ^Amtime ^{E7 Dm}For all the things that you've ^Ggiven me ^AmWill always ^Fstay ^DmBroken but ^GI'll never ^E7throw them a^Eway