| Started talking | |
| To a couple of wedded strangers | |
| Sitting down on motorcycles | |
| Who passed on the highway | |
| Stepped into | |
| The service station | |
| Took a piss, got water | |
| Bought fuel to ride | |
| Blood is flowing | |
| And mountains are blurring | |
| There is something stirring | |
| Way down inside | |
| Barely know | |
| My homebase home | |
| Seems I'm rarely there | |
| For any share of time | |
| The neighborhood's the same | |
| They all remember my name | |
| Holding no reservations | |
| The newness is wearing in | |
| Checked my eyes to see if they had spokes | |
| See if they are moving | |
| See if they had spokes | |
| See if there is somewhere else to ride | |
| Barely know | |
| My airbase home | |
| Seems I'm rarely there | |
| For any share of time | |
| Before I ride |