Where are you going? I asked him
After cleaning my bike\'s engine dirt
I\'ll try to ride it and my chances are trim...
Do you ever fear your luck deciding to desert?
The only thing I fear is not living a life I love
Just because I\'m afraid of getting hurt
I hear the loud V-twin noise hereof
Mimicking the sound of a violent thunder
He now rides freely as a flying dove
Where is he? That\'s what I wonder.
He is an extension of his motorcycle
In the roads that once had cornfields under
I guess he\'ll never get tired of this cycle
Shifting the gear and accelerating for him is vital
And the feeling of belonging to something has no rival