Thought i was light years ahead of them
But i was blind they were only miles
Light years ahead of them, he must be right

I was only pretending to be just another wannabe
A love supreme in flip flops
There might be peacocks in disguise
You’d better practice your passing shots
Beware of bishops dealing with their ups and downs

You were born in Christchurch baby
Listen to the bells
They’re ringing again in your ears
They resound in the evening
They resound when you’re young
They’re sound in the morning
They resound when you’re getting old/get things done

Is it possible?
Is it achievable?
Has it been done before,
Yeah there's so many things before,
You said I'm on a path,
And said you're on one too,
I got a map of the world,
Yeah there's so much I will never see and do.

So you could come with me,
But I'm walking asleep,
I'll take you to,
Somewhere you might wanaa be,
don't fall in love,
‘Cause it’s a waiting game.

Am I remarkable,
Or am I just the same,
I'm a familiar piece,
In a familiar game,
And I sat beauty down,
And cursed her to the flames,
And I'm going too,
Just let me out and show me the way.

So you could come with me,
But I'm walking asleep,
I'll take you to,
Somewhere you might wanaa be,
don't fall in love,
‘Cause it’s a waiting game.

Loneliness –
Ain't no coward's friend;
For folks like me though
It's a constant.
Something I know,
Something I can lean on,
Something to hold,
When everyone else is gone.
I was lucky to have you,
We laid side by side.
Glad when you said hello,
I was glad when you said goodbye.
Honey, I – I ain't got no fear.
Been ‘round and ‘round,
And I've seen many a tear.
And you and I,
We are free
And we run.

You're gonna have to get real strong,
If ya gonna sing this song.
Find your bravery –
If yer gonna go it alone.
Oh, in a little while,
You're just gonna "be".
Take it from someone wild,
Oh it's good to be free!
Honey, I – I ain't got no fear.
Been ‘round and ‘round,
And I've seen many a tear.
And you and I,
We are free
And we run.

Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…