I couldn’t guess the bicycle,

I couldn’t guess the song,

I couldn’t find the library,

but I could ride along, along,

and search for clues.

I’ve got at least one, in the friend I have in you.

 

We spiraled to the Pagoda,

looked down and then climbed up.

I almost popped the bike chain,

which would have really sucked.

But I could ride along, along, and search for clues.

I’ve got at least one, in the friend I have in you.

 

When we stopped for books at the coordinates you wrote,

I wondered just how long it’s take to pedal right on home.

Though temporary– even when you go,

home is where you make it, and the friend you are to me is wherever we meet.

 

When we made it to the porch an X marked our back door,

I thought I’d made it to the end, but we’d been here before

I couldn’t guess the bookshelf

And I searched every room

It took at least five minutes to figure the last clue

But that’s okay

Because I’ve got one, in the friend I have in you.