Motor Bike

The sound of your motor bike

fading into the night.

Were we really alike

was my idea right.

 

Should have been long gone

knowing deep in my heart.

But somehow you saw no wrong

so soon we’d be apart.

 

CH. Speeding out of my sight

into the fading light.

 

I kept waiting for your call

to say you’d arrived back.

Pacing up and down the hall

looking at your old mac.

 

You never did contact me

on that uncertain eve.

So stubborn you wouldn’t see

why did you have to leave.

 

CH. Speeding out of my sight

into the fading light.

 

With a worried shaky voice

your mum was on the phone.

she’d been given but one choice

hearing it in her tone.

 

Something had happened to you

how time seemed so slow.

But we had to see it through

when there’s no way to know.

 

CH. Speeding out of my sight

into the fading light.

 

No way can time be reversed

being so badly hurt.

You and that bike were cursed

lying down on the dirt.

 

Your tyres burst you hit the ground

nobody was to blame.

I’ll wait till you come around

our feelings are the same.

 

CH. Speeding out of my sight

into the fading light.

 

CH. Speeding out of my sight

into the fading light.

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

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