Riding High

«Riding High»
Let’s kick it into gear… The motor runs hard
Pushed to the red it’s a well-oiled machine
The way it should be
I’m on the throttle and the road is endless for me
On two wheels is where I find peace
The sound of power
The life it gives
My way the highway
Do as I please
Insisting the world not pass me by
The road blurs beneath my feet
The wind’s in my face and its clearing my head
Live fast 'til you’re dead
'Cause one day you might just look back and think of what could have been