It's Hard To Kiss A Girl Goodbye When You're Wearing A Bicycle Helmet

I ride this night,
From Darley Street,
Into headwind.

Past Bellbird Cresent,
With rain in my eyes,
Crossing the creek by Tora Place.

Jeans soaked heavy,
Through Warrinda Way, Waterfall Avenue,
Singing loud.

Down Starkey Street’s big hill,
Breathless,
To Killarney Heights.