Spray Can Sam on his bike again
Headin’ for the Greenway
Stencil in his hand
Four A.M., layin’ down a plan
Paint on the wall
From visions in his head
And by the time the sunlight comes up
He’ll be gone
No sticking around at all after he’s done
He’ll ride away and never say,
“Hey look at what I did”
He does it for himself not for the kids
