goo

wish i could ride a bike

i'd ride it home to you

'cause lately all my insides feel like goo

wish i knew all the right words

i'd sing 'em all to you

maybe it would help what we're going through

alright

if i could pick you up and dust you off

i'd hold your hand when things got rough

every step

going lick for lick

i'm coming home

wish i could ride a bike

i'd ride it home to you

'cause lately all my insides feel like goo

wish i knew all the right words

i'd sing em all to you

maybe it would help what we're going through

if i could pick you up and dust you off

i'd hold your hand when things got rough

every step

going lick for lick

i'm coming home