Money she’s out on the bike today.
I know she’s driving me wild.
I am just a spectator, but she can go for miles.
Money I’m back in the van today.
She knows I’m not always right.
I am just a spectator and she delivers smiles.
Walk on the night with old cake friends.
Driving, no seats and white hotel beds.
Black smoke rising on video.
Beat up, bleeding, but gold. I’m moving.
It’s beating, I’m going with nothing,
but the meat on my bones.
I’ve been gone for miles
Empty in my ears for days
She just drives me wild.
Smart, not often wrong. I’m not always right,
but she knows me.