Ride

I have an endless list of things to do. My girlfriend calls me up and asks me what I’m doing, but I shrug and say I don’t have any plans. We go out on the night bus, it’s one o’clock and I watch the reflections of the street lights. I really love the rhythm and the dance, but all I want is to ride. My boyfriend calls me up and asks if I have time to talk. Of course I do. We go out on the subway, it’s one o’clock and I watch the people who stop by. I love the boy and the way he speaks, but all I want is to ride. All I want is to ride.