a song about a motorcycle & an escape to irrelevancy.
lyrics
i guess it's time now, mama,
to make good on the
promises we made
way back when
let's head out to arizona
find ourselves some
quiet dive where we can
slip into the crowd
and become part of the scenery
settle down and
we can both just zip around
you know i've been meanin to
pick us up a cruiser
and build us a little racer
i just need that damn 2 grand
to get the bike back to our place
and once it's here
i'll clean up the carburetor
and bead-blast the engine
and then bob off both of its fenders
i'll wrap up the pipes and
polish all the chrome
and we can ride in style
all the way home
we'll build up like no one's watchin
so we can ride it free like
alberto and che on that '39 norton
(god bless those 500 cc's)
yeah, we don't need nothin with speed
just grab your goggles and scarf
we got time, love, a new set of wheels, and our dreams
there ain't nothin else that we need
just somethin light and classy
some racin stripes in
black and white on a featherbed chassis
a two-up seat and some clubman bars
somethin with soul and style
i don't care if she draws stares
if she'll get us the miles
and get us where we're goin tonight
and once she's here
i'll clean up the cables and wires
and reset the points
and thrown on some firestone tires
i'll install those pegs
so you can hold on tight
and we can do the ton
all through the night