The journey home is long and cold this summer evening
Schools out for summer and its yard empty when he was leaving
His steppes are heavy, like he is walking over wet sand
His eyes are locked on the street, in his pocket his hands
A heavy heart is beating with a strange rhythm
His hearing is drowsy but he recalls a hymn
From a long lost time when he was still a kid
His failure is making him questioning everything
A bike new, shiny and so extremely expensive
The fastest bike on the lane, so comprehensive
Given as a gift, a token of appreciation
Something to represent a value as a person
The house appears and he swallows his pride
How can he tell mum and dad, he forgot to lock the bike
