Road

Third day behind the wheel, All in the dust for these miles. My vest is slightly dented, On the motorcycle already valves ring. Long drove and tired, It's time to turn, I have a halt. The sun reflects from chrome, In the eyes of the road to home. Thoughts I'm on the road, Only for miles, my legs are stiff. I park my bike I, Iron horse always with my. He's seen a lot of miles., Saved me a lot of times. Reliable friend, shiny chrome, My motorcycle is my home. The sun reflects off the chrome, The road to home is in my eyes. My thoughts are on the road, Just for miles, my legs are numb. How far have we traveled, And most importantly, how much more to go to. I'll fill up my bike, stretch my legs, I'll turn it on and we'll be on the road again. The sun is setting, the sky is turning red, It blinds a little, but it still warms. There's not much left to drive home., There is a bottle of rum in the pocket of the leather jacket.