The cold wild wind is blowing in my hair as I am passing by.
The engine hums “forward”, in a nonstop lullaby.
I’m a single rider, riding through a sideway at night,
And I can’t see what’s far ahead, there is no street light.
There are just me and my motor,
Making love with the sideway road.
I don’t care if I am the first one passing
or if it is thousand years old.
I had a full paid job and a penthouse by the river,
a young bride and a boat.
But it was a big white prison,
I burned it all and hit the road.