Hands Off
Drift
A bicycle downhill, hands off the bars, the wind doing the steering now. The second wind that shows up unearned — like a phone ringing right when you'd stopped checking. For the moment effort stops and momentum carries.
Lyrics
I took the long way home again
The short one knows my name too well
Legs were heavy till the hill gave in
Then the road just leaned and fell
Hands off, the wind's doing the steering now
Hands off, I'm not the one in charge somehow
The pedals turn without me asking
And the downhill does the rest
Halfway down I let the bars go
First time in a month I didn't hold on
Like a phone that rings when you'd stopped checking
Like a song that starts when you'd given up the song
Hands off, the wind's doing the steering now
Hands off, I'm not the one in charge somehow
The pedals turn without me asking
And the downhill does the rest
I didn't earn this
It just showed up
Like a phone ringing right when you'd stopped checking
Hands off, the wind's doing the steering now
Hands off, I'm not the one in charge somehow
The pedals turn without me asking
And the downhill does the rest
Hands off, hands off
The wind's got the wheel