Why ,this rider has been long
Wearin' the rain and the sunshine
The love of the road, says
"She's all that's ever been mine"
Living the changing seasons
Never giving home a thought
"I'm one of those wayward sons
My dreams cannot be bought"
There's no getting lost here
When journey is the only goal
"This feeds my wanderlust
And I've given up all control"
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
Why ,this rider has been long
Wearin' the rain and the sunshine
The love of the road, says
"She's all that's ever been mine"
Living the changing seasons
Never giving home a thought
"I'm one of those wayward sons
My dreams cannot be bought"
There's no getting lost here
When journey is the only goal
"This feeds my wanderlust
And I've given up all control"
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