Ride of Our Lives
Old Habits die heard,
Good Morals live long,
if it’s written it’s poem,
if it’s sang it’s song,
hold strong,
at the same time be ready to let go,
can’t escape our own cliches,
no matter how far we go,
see how the rhythm that’s written is muse,
well imagine the passion of being trapped in something as strong as you,
hold strong,
at the same time be ready to let go,
can’t escape our own cliches,
no matter how far we go,
and we go,
from the ends of the Earth,
to the beginning of a New World,
escuse me,
no excuses you see regret is useless,
you been gay,
I mean gay happy not gay like cabooses,
toodle loo kid,
I’m off,
outta here without delay no hinderances in my way,
space,
the final frontier,
not,
likely rightly or wrongly honestly we both must admit that we’re weird,
see the way I see it,
Old Habits die hard,
and I’m from Hollywood baby,
so everything’s a reference even Die Hard,
no Bruce,
know his daughter Rue though,
I mean I know Bruce,
and I know his daughter too though,
and they’re both real cool so kudos,
life in the Fast Lane most are toast because they move too slow
see these genius genes,
are not the type that just any one can wear,
custom fitted carefully knitted no lease on this fleece,
I own it indeed like I do when I’m out and I see the humans stare,
where,
were we,
don’t want to get too off track I’ve got a habit for that,
and Old Habits die heard so I just got to the pool to relax,
how do you calm a heart that beats at the tempo of our times,
in sync won’t sink in stormy seas we ride as we ebb and flow with the tides,
and honestly Good Morals live long and Bad Habits die hard,
but either way we ride through the Times because this is the Ride of Our Lives…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
