Motorcycle Rider The Icicle Works

I've seen the moonlit lake
The brown leaves blown across the way
I've seen the icy black November
I've seen the meadow & the stoplight up in front of me
I've seen some things I can't remember...

I'm a motorcycle rider that's what I am
I'm a motorcycle rider

I've seen the beauty of the open plain, the wide terrain
I've seen some pretty girls thru' visors
I've seen my way across six thousand miles of toll-free road
N' every journey put me wiser...
All along the valley wall
The white lines and the freeway
There my lover calls to me above the engine roar...