This a pome for the bikers. It's about the good times and bad. So enjoyall you bikers. |
Biker's Creed Flying too damn low In the midst of my tripping I stop to give you a ride Jump up here baby On my super glide You won't fall in love You can't go that far But duck your head down woman Or you'll bang it on a star How can such a rush Become such a sin When I hear my name calling In the howling wind It's time I hit the road It's time that I must go I am not riding too fast I am flying too damn low When all the love is drained From your cold, cold heart And no matter how much you try You just can't play that part You tried, tried one more time again Finally you realize Love has come to an end You look around to find Another special taste But all you find is part time love And it has no face How can such a rush Become such a sin And I hear my name calling In the howling wind It's time I hit the road It's time that I must go I am not riding too fast I am flying too damn low When you're the piece of the puzzle That just doesn't fit You're running against the wind And don't know how to quit And when all your brothers Each day, are falling one by one And now it's only you On that bloody run How can such a rush Become such a sin And I hear my name calling In the howling wind It's time I hit the road It's time that I must go I am not riding too fast I am flying too damn low And all the highs You've ever known Only bring you down And you want to hold someone But there's no one around And in that mighty castle Fire passion you used to hold And now the rooms are empty And turning frigid cold All the love you once knew Has turned to bitter hate As you and Jack Daniels Chalk it up to fate How can such a rush Become such a sin When I hear my name calling in the howling wind It's time I hit the road it's time that I must go I am not riding too fast I am flying too damn low Traveling through infinity I won't run out of space When the sun comes up tomorrow I'll eat another taste And when my mind gets tired I'll stop to rest my head And hope to find some fire burning in my bed In the early morning around about first light Time to get it on you know I travel light How can such a rush become such a sin When I hear my name calling in the howling wind It's time I hit the road it's time that I must go I am not riding too fast I am flying too damn low Burning across the desert See the rainbow shine aint it kind of funny? It matches the colors in my mind But I will follow it To find that pot of gold You know I must stop Because this run is getting old How can such a rush Become such a sin When I hear my name calling In the howling wind It's time I hit the road It's time that I must go I am not riding too fast I am flying too damn low The Lightman George Garrett Anastasia Copyright TXU I -304-024 06/30/2006 |