Turn the key
Push the clutch in.
Grasp the handle bars and push the botton.
the engine roars to life then I'm gone, what a beautiful day not to hold on.
Today I'm on a trip, down the windy roads of the back country.
Shady spots where trees lean over head the cool air on my skin. I can feel the air change as I go farther and farther down these roads
I come to a stop a three way to no where. Go left because everyone seems to be right. Let go of the bars and let the bike roll I can fly for a moment.
Threw the S curve going faster but slow to see the hills roll by
Today happiness for I may fly, I think of you for just a moment how good it would feel to be pressed against you as you drove.
But you're not driving, I am, so I go and go still looking for a place to land.
Threw the S curve and slow to see the hills, feel the cool breeze and the shade of the trees.
This is freedom if you don't think about it.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC
Turn the key
Push the clutch in.
Grasp the handle bars and push the botton.
the engine roars to life then I'm gone, what a beautiful day not to hold on.
Today I'm on a trip, down the windy roads of the back country.
Shady spots where trees lean over head the cool air on my skin. I can feel the air change as I go farther and farther down these roads
I come to a stop a three way to no where. Go left because everyone seems to be right. Let go of the bars and let the bike roll I can fly for a moment.
Threw the S curve going faster but slow to see the hills roll by
Today happiness for I may fly, I think of you for just a moment how good it would feel to be pressed against you as you drove.
But you're not driving, I am, so I go and go still looking for a place to land.
Threw the S curve and slow to see the hills, feel the cool breeze and the shade of the trees.
This is freedom if you don't think about it.
