Started Talking to a couple of weathered strangers
sittin' down on motor cycles, we passed on the highway
stepped into, the service station
took a piss, bought water, got fuel till you arrived
verse 2
blood is flowing and mountains are blurring
there is something stirring, way down inside
barely know my home base home
seems I'm rarely there for any share of time
Bridge
the neighborhood's the same,
they all remember my name, holding no reservations
the newness is wearing in
I check my eyes to see if they have spokes
see if they are moving, see if they have spokes
see if there is some where else to ride
break
Barely know, my air base home
Seems I'm rarely there for any share of time, before I ride