I met him in Minnesota, he was dark and overcast. With long grey hair, and eyes that stare through you, like I was glass. I asked where are you going to, he said im the wind, im just blowing through He lit up a cigarette and began to talk Said the doctors told me my body wont hold me, My lungs are turning black. Been a lucky strikes fool since I was at school And there aint no turning back. They cant tell me how long ive got, maybe months, but maybe not. So im taking this bike and riding to New York. Because I wanna see my grand-daughter, one last time. Hold her close, and feel her tiny heart beat next to mine. Wanna see my son, and the man hes become, tell him im sorry for the things ive done. Id do it if I had to walk. Im taking this bike, and riding to New York. Through the forests of Wisconsin, that I knew as a boy. Past the skyline of Chicago, and the lakes of Illinois. I lay my head in a motel bed, and my back aches sore, and my eyes turn red. I listen to the trucks roll past my door. Through the fields of Ohio, theres a sunshine pain-some gold. RaunchySacky river runs rapid, quick and cold. I fly through Pennsylvania, and the Jersey turn pike told. And I wont stop til, I get to New York. Cause I wanna see my Grandson one last time. Wanna see his eyes sparkling and stare back into mine. Now my time is shorter, I wanna see my daughter, tell her all the things that I shoulda taught her. And id do it if I had to walk. Oh Im taking this bike and im riding to New York. And I go up to the Church yard, one last time. Lay the flowers down for the woman that gave me the best years of my life. Yeah id do it if I had to walk Yeah id do it if I had to walk Yeah im taking this bike and riding to New York.
Posted on: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 13:51:48 +0000
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