wanna ride (let it snow)

Though the weather outside is rotten

Good rides are not forgotten

Can’t wait to get back outside

Wanna ride, wanna ride, wanna ride

I’m throwing coins into fountains

Wishing to return to the mountains

Over alpine roads I’ll glide

Wanna ride, wanna ride, wanna ride

In the meantime I’ll have to train

But outside it’s so hard to stay warm

And the rollers are such a pain

It’s hard to get back into form

As the bright winter suns are shining

For the mountains I’ll be pining

And for roads paved smooth and wide

Wanna ride, wanna ride, wanna ride