Escape On a Bike:

The tune of the pipes Calling your name As the bike warms up And awaits your arrival Weaving and swaying Through the concrete jungle Dodging and ducking Traffic lights and cars Pollution drives us Out of the city Cleanse our faces with the salt From the sea As we rumble past The roaring ocean You and I Melting together Racing along the Foothills of the mountain Washing out our lungs With farm fresh air The tune of the exhausted pipes The angelic manurers of the bike Are romancing the mountain As the bike becomes alive And protect us like a lover The overspray of the waterfall is Washing the city out of or hair Replacing the oxygen in the Paws of our skin Exciting our sensors Wetting our appetite Launching out of the forest Racing along the plain Travelling faster than light Floating into space The Engine running on galaxy gas The tyres run on star dust Our journey never ends And quit frankly my dear With you by my side And a highly polished bike I never want this journey to end