All songs are poetry.

A long time ago I hade a dirt bike. I can remember that I was a good rider. I could go off any jump. Or I can beat anybody in a race.

I was so happy with it. I got it for my birthday. Ever summer I would try to ride it every day.

Until that one spring morning I woke up. None of my gear fit. I grew to big for the bike. So my dad and I took it to his shop with a for sale sign on it. Then somebody and his son pulled up and bought it. And I sang:

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that dirt bike used to make me smile.
And i knew if i had my chance
That i could make those jumps at last
And, maybe, I'd be happy for a while.

But February made me shiver
With every flyer I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn't take one more step.

I can't remember if i cried
When I sold my dirt bike,
But something touched me deep inside
The day my dirt bike sold.

So bye-bye, to my old bike.
Drove my bike to the lake,
But the lake was dry.
And them go...