My Songs

The Sound Of Broken Dreams

Verse 1

Chorus

I hear them training wheels grinding on the pavement,

Leaving behind little shards of plastic on the asphalt,

The freedom of a two-wheeler,

Comes the thought of being able to go anywhere,

Then reality comes and it doesn't seem fair,

You go from a tri-cycle to training wheels to riding on your own,

People telling you you can never come back home,

The sound of those helper wheels grinding on the asphalt seems to me,

The sound of broken dreams. 

Verse 2

Daddy takes off the support, 

He says you'll be alright, go get 'em sport, 

I beg him to hold onto the seat,

Just until we reach the street,

He agrees,

Soon after I feel him let go of the seat,

I hear him running beside me,

Tripping over his feet,

In that moment I feel free.

Chorus  

I hear them training wheels grinding on the pavement,

Leaving behind little shards of plastic on the asphalt,

The freedom of a two-wheeler,

Comes the thought of being able to go anywhere,

Then comes reality and it doesn't seem fair,

You go from a tri-cycle to training wheels to riding on your own,

People telling you you can never come back home,

The sound of those helper wheels granding on the asphalt seems to me,

the sound of broken dreams. 

Bridge

 You don't always keep going,

Sometimes you crash and burn,

Think you're going straight,

Tthen comes an unexpected turn,

You swear you're never getting up,

Never trying that again,

Chorus

I hear them training wheels grinding on the pavement,

Leaving behind little shards of plastic on the asphalt,

The freedom of a two-wheeler,

Comes the thought of being able to go anywhere,

Then comes reality and it doesn't seem fair,

You go from a tri-cycle to training wheels to riding on your own,

People telling you you can never come back home,

The sound of those helper wheels granding on the asphalt seems to me,

the sound of broken dreams.