Cruizin the highways without a care.
The wind in my face, my long flowing hair.
The glistening water that laps the rivers edge.
I'm rounding the corner, so close to the ledge.

You're hanging on tight babe, not to lose your grip.
I feel the adrenalin rising, and know we wont slip.
This life is for the living and riding is the thrill
you and I seek as we race over the hill.

Who cares where we end up, life is a game.
Live carefree and wild, that's our aim.
People judge us because we are different you see.
Inside we are laughing because we are free.

Not bound by life's strict rules and regimes.
Don't own any property, live within our means.
We have our bike and each other's love.
That's all we need with a little help from above.

The life of a wanderer - never a bore.
We fly like the eagle and our hearts do soar.
They can laugh all they want, they are jealous you see.
Deep inside they really wish that they were you and me.

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