Delta40
07-12-2013, 10:59 PM
Those long dusty tracks
that stretch for weeks.
They get you singing to the straight and narrow
aiming for the distant burnt horizon.
No matter that the searing heat
leaves us as parched as the red earth,
You know I'm a committed cycler.
Damn! Here comes a bend,
in the road,
in my thoughts.
Those white lines could take us anywhere.
After all, who knows what lurks around the corner
So I ring my bell and know it's time
to go off the beaten track because
I've always been a rapid pedaller.
Hey, life is a perilous journey
full of alternatives.
You honk about sticking to what we know
(the tedious straight and narrow)
But truth be told,
we can't always see what's ahead of us.
Is it an oasis?
or maybe a mindblowing mirage?
Sometimes, we just have to go round the bend anyway.
that stretch for weeks.
They get you singing to the straight and narrow
aiming for the distant burnt horizon.
No matter that the searing heat
leaves us as parched as the red earth,
You know I'm a committed cycler.
Damn! Here comes a bend,
in the road,
in my thoughts.
Those white lines could take us anywhere.
After all, who knows what lurks around the corner
So I ring my bell and know it's time
to go off the beaten track because
I've always been a rapid pedaller.
Hey, life is a perilous journey
full of alternatives.
You honk about sticking to what we know
(the tedious straight and narrow)
But truth be told,
we can't always see what's ahead of us.
Is it an oasis?
or maybe a mindblowing mirage?
Sometimes, we just have to go round the bend anyway.