Hundred miles an hour
Just to get to me
One way traffic
Bypass the poppy field
Tyre tracks across my back
I know I had my fun
You me and Joe
Going anywhere with that gun
Hand in hand across that promise land
Arrived too soon
They picked your soul to sand
Purple field\'s of a Heathers view
Towers across the morning dew
A life lived in such a short time
That guitar rhythm and blues
Words of wisdom
Metaphors and signs
God save that electric sound
Dead and buried
In the hallowed ground
Aged fine with red wine
Matured sounds
Across that devided line
Legendary for ever more
Elegant artistry
Rock star playing flames upon the floor.