Riding my bike
North of home before dusk
All of my troubles
Are calmed to a hush
Maybe
The good old days are over
But still in the air
Is the sweet yellow clover
Wide open road
Just before the sun sets
Maybe this here
Is as good as it gets?
Or maybe
The good old days are over?
But still in the air
Is the sweet yellow clover
Meet me at the bridge
Let's go for a swim
When I get there I
Am gonna jump right in
And then I'll cozy on up
Round a big old bon fire
Hear the crickets and toads
A heavenly choir
And if their song
Is ever over
I hope that still in the air
Is the sweet yellow clover
