Simple, simple it used to be   Riding bikes through the city   But you can't make it better   And you can't drop out of sight      Sundays, Sundays after awhile   Leaves you worried inside   But you can't make it better   And you can't drop out of sight      Drugstore table the place falls down   You sit there broken and lonely   But you can't make it better   And you can't drop out of sight      Remember the place you know   Where things were so still   We were so still   It's perfect for my sweet queen      When it happens I'll cling to you    We'll go around a thousand trampolines   But you can't make it   And you can't drop out of sight      Simple, simple it used to be   Riding bikes through the city   But you can't make it better   And you can't drop out of sight