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We’re riding home in the usual way. It’s getting late i’ve got something to say.
Our wheels are burning the midnight oil. Hear me baby i’m starting to boil.
There’s something bad running through my veins. It’s eating me; you’ve got nothing to say.
The ride is ending; the road is long. When i’m gone you gotta stay strong.

The night winds blow through our flowing hair. The stars above look alive and fair.
Our wheels are tracking the yellow lines. The miles are closing, the rubber grinds.
But hear me babe, i’m not gonna last. Life is getting done - maybe a bit too fast?
My ride is ending, the road is long. But what the hell, gotta sing my song!

I don’t wanna run sister but i got this letter.
Everybody’s gotta go out sooner or later.
I don’t wanna see you watch me slowly fading.
I don’t wanna see you wear nothing black but leather.

Come on let’s do the space riding oh come on baby!
You know those lights mean seattle so come on baby!

The doctor says i’ve got no hope. It’s time to take the unknown down-slope.
But look above baby space is deep. Behind the stars all the curves are steep.
So there i’ll ride as the biker spook and there i’ll shine every time you look.
The ride is ending, but space is long, so what the hell, baby hear my song!

I don’t wanna run sister but i got this letter.
Everybody’s gotta go out sooner or later.
I don’t wanna see you watch me slowly fading.
I don’t wanna see you wear nothing black but leather.

Come on let’s do the space riding oh come on baby!
You know those lights mean seattle so come on baby!