Riding by

This is my favorite Tom Waits'-someone who I can only take in small doses--song. (It's also from the soundtrack of the movie that bankrupted Francis Ford Coppola, interestingly enough).
File this under things that now take a different meaning listening to the lyrics: it used to be the last two lines that would make me smile wryly inside but now, it's two particular lines that makes me smile sadly inside.

Broken bicycles, old busted chains
With rusted handle bars, out in the rain
Somebody must have an orphanage for
All these things that nobody wants any more
September's reminding July
It's time to be saying goodbye
Summer is gone, but our love will remain
Like old broken bicycles out in the rain

Broken bicycles, don't tell my folks
There's all those playing cards pinned to the spokes
Laid down like skeletons out on the lawn
The wheels won't turn when the other has gone
The seasons can turn on a dime
Somehow I forget every time
For all the things that you've given me will always stay
Broken, but I'll never throw them away

Broken Bicycles - Tom Waits