Ridin

Ridin’ High

I never perceived that I would be able to fly

With or without wings I just long to be high

Through the clouds with their silver lining

I long to be there upon chrome that’s shining

High above the earth hanging miles under me

Cruisin’ at a hundred and the man can’t see

No lid on my skull and I don’t give a damn

I’m flyin’ and just being the free Biker I am

High is the place that takes you far, far away

from depressing thoughts you have every day

Roaring by the moon and between many a star

You think I’m really out there but, it ain’t that far

Maybe you ain’t the normal one, Hell, maybe it’s me

It might scare you to realize that you ain’t free

With the twist of the grip I blast through a cloud

Who are you? I’m a Biker and of that I’m proud

I’m flyin’ up here on another long strange trip

I don’t want to come back and get a damn grip

Hope me and my scoot don’t run short on gas

Coasting clear back to earth. Man, what a crash

Biker Jer