I rode that bike
Roaring loud those street of emptiness
To free my mind of those hard days of messiness
Those hard ways and loneliness

I rode that bike
And parked far end near that bay
‘Whoa…what a bike’ you gorgeous say
With a smile on your face and that teasing step you play
And a glance on my finger where a silver ring array

O girl.. do no please do no tease
Your father might be younger than me
Yet, there is only one seat to carry me