Nowhere Man

Nowhere Man I haven’t rode a motorcycle since 2011. Riding through the trees was like heaven. The last thing on earth that's freedom. He doesn't need much. Just a few bucks. Ride on through with sunglasses. Just ride until your heart's content. Believe me, there's nothing like it. Freedom on a bike. A cool breeze outside. My shadow rides beside me. A lonely man on his bike is free. Not many understand what it means. On fire, the motor is always burning. There is nothing like the open road. Let all your thoughts go out the window. Early morning ready to take flight. Nothing else matters in sight. Burnt tire tracks on the asphalt. A beautiful day to ride in the fall. So many memories so long ago. Ride freely along the winding road. Trees hover above as I ride below. It’s like flying through a tunnel. Just lean against your bike and grab a smoke. Just Cruze right into tomorrow.