Ride On

I know you want to leave me, Is it for another man, Or for what you want to see, To do the things you can, To be who you want to be To find your individuality Or start all over again? We've been together for oh so many years, Giving to each other and, Wiping away each other's tears. So tell me baby tell me, What is a man suppose to do, When he has run out of answers, On how to make love to you? I'll get on my scooter and ride. Put some distance between you and me. Saddle up my scooter and Just leave and let you be. Just my scooter and me. There's always someone else To pick up where I left off. Maybe treat you better and Maybe piss you off. No matter how he does or If he loves, You'll always think of me and The day I rode away, Just my scooter and me. I know that when you leave me, You'll look for the answers I couldn't give. Do you remember when we met? We answered all the questions we found in bed. But now my knowledge and my answers, Are lying in the dust and All the the things we've given each other Are bound to turn to rust. There is one thing I am sure of, It is more than faith and emotion, That bonds true love together, Lives waves caressing the ocean. But the tide is going out, So I guess the thing for me, Is to saddle up my scooter, And set my baby free.