Motorcycle – Daniel Amos – letras

Going placesin our crash helmetsAccidents happenbut for now we’re alive on our motorcycleSliding on wet roadsturning sharp cornerswe almost lost itbut still we go around on our motorcycleToday is our last daythe first and only daywe went out in the dark andcame back againGetting older,we’ve run some red lightsnone of us are safe, nomight not even be remembered on our motorcycleBut we were still honesteven when no one was lookingHard to breathe easy withnay-sayers on the sidecar of our motorcycleYou’ve broken a couple of legsI’ve broken a heart or twobut we loved each other and came back againAnd to our dear dead dearsif there’s anywhere to be, thenyou must be thereAnd to our dear dead dearsIf there’s anything to know, thenyou must know itdown here below it, we’reheading for the very same dead endStop lights and crash sightsand meeting againGoing placesin our crash helmetsAccidents happenbut for now we’re alive on our motorcycleGoing places (round and round we go)Going places (round and round we go)…Going places