coasting down the street

you like to fire the wind into my face
expecting me to drop everything
and give chase
with my pants down on the ground
where i least expected to be found
but i'm on strike
i'm climbing the Alp d'Huez on my new bike
leaving you behind
it's an uphill grind
i can't tell you what i'll find
there are screaming crowds along my ascent
i never once wonder where you went
there's plenty of air in each tire
i'm pulling away, getting higher & higher
i love you too much to stop
maybe you'll be waiting at the top
maybe i won't see you on the victory stand
with a cold water bottle in your hand
so don't be angry
because you love me
and i won't get down on one knee
i'm a solitary rider with papers on my seat
forming words which i can never repeat
like a helpless whisper coasting down the street