After a genuine act of defiance You're 29 and you lost your license That's fine you need to ride your bike more About a month and you're joining the peace corp And I'm okay with this downhill strategy No brakes but many [?] Right now you're singing the fixed-gear blues But look me up when you're walking in worn-down shoes I see what you're doing right there But you're dreaming if you think that I care They picked on cause you're so small Stand on your money and you're 20 feet tall The grass is always greener somewhere And the pavement's always cleaner somewhere But I'm breathing easy under blue skies I've got a smile 20 feet wide I will lend you my ear