Lonely Chrome

Lonely Chrome Loch David Crane October 14, 1997 The ride today was flawless, the sky was turquoise blue, the wind was warm--the only drag was riding without you. With my shirt off on the freeway I was embraced by the sun, its warm arms around my shoulders as I worked on my tan. When I turned my head you whispered, I heard you call my name-- But when I turned the other cheek the sound was not the same. The wind cried lonely sounds out-- the voice it wasn't true because the wail of the freeway didn't sound like you. I missed your gentle whisper, your arm around my neck your blond hair long and streaming in the mirror out the back. I thought I saw behind me the bright flash of your smile but it was just a reflection that teased me for a while. I tried to feel your fingers (you used to hold my hand) but now the cold and lonely chrome is all I understand. I thought you were beside me encircled in my arms I reached but felt the handlebars and not a woman's charms. I even had a dream last night two lovers were entwined but when my eyes came open just your memory was mine. So though the Sun is golden and empty skies are blue I feel the chill of winter 'cause I'm riding without you.