Spokes

Started talking

To a couple of wedded strangers

Sitting down on motorcycles

Who passed on the highwayStepped into

The service station

Took a piss, got water

Bought fuel to rideBlood is flowing

And mountains are blurring

There is something stirring

Way down insideBarely know

My home base home

Seems I'm rarely there

For any share of timeThe neighborhood's the same

They all remember my name

Holding no reservations

The newness is wearing inChecked my eyes to see if they had spokes

See if they are moving

See if they had spokes

See if there is somewhere else to rideBarely know

My airbase home

Seems I'm rarely there

For any share of time before I ride