Late in the evening as I sit alone,
Out on my deck, in the front of my home.
A low mellow rumble sounds in the night,
Off in the distance, out of my sight.
It sparks my imagination, it's a sound I know well,
Tho it's far from my sight I see it, I smell
The chrome, the sparkle, The fumes it leaves behind.
I close my eyes and smile because in my mind,
I recall those precious moments when I'm there too.
Out in the wind, free as the breeze.
Down this road, up that road,
The wind from my machine stirs the leaves on the trees.
The freedom I feel brings a smile to my face,
There's no destination, no particular place, Just enjoying the ride, the
beauty of the ride,
The sound of the motor, the peace I feel inside.
But now the distant rumble has gone,
It's silent as I sit on my deck, in front of my home,
Yet I still smile while I sip from my drink,
For now I have plans for tomorrow,
I'll go riding I think!
THEY LAUGH AT ME CAUSE IM DIFFERENT,I LAUGH AT THEM CAUSE THEY'RE ALL THE