I fire up the engine and let those pipes roar
Roll onto the driveway out my garage door
Crank on the throttle as I roar down the street
Nod my head slightly to all that I meet
The kids with bicycles and ones with skateboards
Nod back as if, saying someday they'll afford
To own and be riding on one just like mine
Or the one that they have etched in their mind
Now I go roaring down the highway the wind in my hair
All my troubles behind me not carrying a care
Just the feeling of the freedom I feel as I ride
It’s a moment in time that is hard to describe
I recall as a kid, in late may I would hear
Off in the distance a sound that was clear
The roar of those bikes that were Indy bound
Never has a race came close to that sound!
I would watch them ride by till they had all gone
Most packed all together and some on their own
That sound of the roar sank deep into my soul
I was going to own one I made it my goal
Now I go roaring down the highway the wind in my hair
All my troubles behind me not carrying a care
Just the feeling of the freedom I feel as I ride
It’s a moment in time that is hard to describe
The first time I rode with a few friends of mine
A young boy on a corner took me back in time
His eyes were wide open in total dismay
His lips didn’t moved but I heard him say...
I want to roar down the highway the wind in my hair
All my troubles behind me not carrying a care
Just the feeling of the freedom I feel as I ride
Where that moment in time is hard to describe |
