
Song
Ben Loader on His Electric Bike
Mark Collins · 1 play
male voice, storytelling, relaxed, acoustic, guitar, narrative, outdoors, bike ride, small town, personal experience
Lyrics
Intro
Oh-oh, yeah, hey
(whoosh) (go)
Verse
Ben Loader rounds the corner where the promenade meets the sea
Leather jacket, salt on the collar, leaning into the breeze
Headlight catches gulls that scatter like a scattered beat
Pedal hums a secret song, the town moves underneath
He knows every crumbling step, every cafe, every bench
From the old pier lamp to the corner where the kids play fetch
Morning paper in his basket, yesterday's radio hum
He rides through the smallness, like the whole world follows him
Pre-chorus
And the road opens up, wide as the sky (wide, wide)
All the small talk fades, just the tire and tide (tide, tide)
He breathes out slow, lets the salt come in (ah)
Smiles like he’s running from nothing and everything
Chorus
Ben Loader on his electric bike, oh-oh, yeah (Ben Loader)
Ben Loader on his electric bike, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Seaford wakes as he rolls by, bells in the morning light
Ben Loader on his electric bike, yeah, yeah
Ben Loader on his electric bike, Ben Loader (go, go)
Verse
Afternoon sun slides down the chalk, a postcard on a wire
He takes the cliff path slow, counts the surfers and the fire
Kids chasing driftwood, a dog thinks it’s a race
Ben tips his hat and the town answers back with a warm face
There's a bakery that knows his name, gives him a wink for free
Old men on the bench swear he still rides like he's twenty-three
He keeps a map of small hours where the lamplight spills like gold
Races the tide home, pockets full of stories untold
Bridge
Oh-oh, spin the wheel, let the morning stay (stay, stay)
Skate the edge of the map, let the little things play (play, play)
He hums a line that no one taught him, just a rhythm in his chest
Wheels whisper secrets of the places he won't rest
Na-na, na-na, hey-ya (na-na)
Chorus
Ben Loader on his electric bike, oh-oh, yeah (Ben Loader)
Ben Loader on his electric bike, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Seaford wakes as he rolls by, bells in the morning light
Ben Loader on his electric bike, yeah, yeah
Ben Loader on his electric bike, Ben Loader (ride, ride)









