Lean Into the Turn

Lean into the turn, ooh, yeah, she stalls it twice,
Then gets it rolling down the lane.
Her ponytail is flying, I can hear her call my name.
I'm jogging close beside her, shouting over chrome.
She's finding her own rhythm, making it her own.
I say, "The bike goes where you're looking,
Don't second-guess the wheel." She's grinning,