Think Ill go for a ride Take the bike out of the shed Make a fresh start Get out of my head When the head spins There is no joy Put me on the saddle And Im a little boy A little boy on a mission Like the Tour de France Were like Fred and Ginger When theyre doing their dance To the sound of rubber Out on the old bog road Through the gorse and the heather Im as free as a bird It helps me remember How good it used to be Feeling like a king The bike, the road, and me Think Ill go for a ride Every ride has victories Challenges and trials You hope the skies dont open When home is many miles You think youre just cruising Life is flowing along Then you know youre vulnerable At the mercy of the wind With every hill you climb You begin and begin and begin Begin to be a spokesman With the freedom of the road You see the Wicklow Mountains And you know you have to go I think Ill go for a ride Summer evenings on the road The cool breeze in my hair Poetry in motion On two wheels around Kildare There are cycling heroes Each one is my pal They inspire me when Im pedaling By the river or canal Some days Im like Sean Kelly Some days Im David Byrne Pedaling through Dublin Or Portland Oregon Mic Christopher in dreadlocks Donal Lunny and Olwen Fouere Cycling through the city Waving to them all there