Wake Up Baby
So many times when she was by my side
I’d whisper, wake up Baby, it’s time to ride
With her special smile and that cute little OK
Her reply; I really feel like a long ride today
Saddle bags packed and we were off again
Being with her fought off feelings of chagrin
To this day I am not sure about being in love
But she was that angel that was sent from above
No matter how long the ride she would never complain
Together we found sunshine even ridin’ in the rain
The day she dozed off and about fell off the side
I yelled “Damn, wake up Baby, it’s time to ride
I guess it’s true; all good things must come to an end
I swear, I never saw that cage come around the bend
Remembering very little except finding where she lay
The life in her body was needlessly taken that day
Holding her close and praying that this couldn’t be true
Baby, why wasn’t it me? Why did it have to be you?
The only good thing in my life is now gone I cried
Please, Damn, wake up Baby, It’s time to ride
© 2007 Jerry Sawinski / Biker Jer