Got my self a motorcycle. Riding off into the windAim my nose at the horizon. Never look back againCity life is killing me. Donât ask me to waitYou got to make up your mind right nowCause girl, Iâm on my wayGot my self a motorcycle. Singing a highway songDonât know where itâs taking tenBut itâs taken me so longI donât know if itâs weak or strongBut Iâm leaving it all behindSomething out there callingTelling me itâs timeI know thereâs a mountain. Where I can ride up to the snowLook out over the ocean, where the tall ships goFar away from the smoke and the noiseListen to the seaWe could rest our tired heartsWonât you come with meCHORUS:Everyday Iâll be looking out for you