Lyrics:
Simple, simple it used to beRiding bikes through the cityBut you can't make it betterAnd you can't drop out of sightSundays, Sundays after awhileLeaves you worried insideBut you can't make it betterAnd you can't drop out of sightDrugstore table the place falls downYou sit there broken and lonelyBut you can't make it betterAnd you can't drop out of sightRemember the place you knowWhere things were so stillWe were so stillIt's perfect for my sweet queenWhen it happens I'll cling to youWe'll go around a thousand trampolinesBut you can't make itAnd you can't drop out of sightSimple, simple it used to beRiding bikes through the cityBut you can't make it betterAnd you can't drop out of sight