Motorbike

MOTORBIKE
by Alana Asha Amram
copyright 2013 SESAC

After the fire my heart was black
The cinders turned to ash
Rained for a long, long time
Left a muddy trail from my foot tracks

The streets are like cocaine
I can't get enough
Run round in circles
Run myself out of luck

Glimmer in my mind
Get on my motorbike and ride

Rolled up the highway memories passed with the wind
Sun shined on my back
Road lines blurred bridges curve
Tall trees welcomed me back

Wide and winding
Got nowhere to go
Mountains call me
Back to my valley home

Glimmer in my mind
Get on my motorbike and ride
North wind will push me on
To the place where I belong