Well, I met him in Minnesota, He was dark and overcast. With long, grey hair and eyes that stared Through me like I was glass. I asked Where are you going to? He said, Im the wind Im just blowing through. He lit up a cigarette and began to talk. Said: The doctors told me that my body wont hold me, My lungs are turning black. Been lucky strikes four since I was at school now there aint no turning Back. They cant tell me how long Ive got, Maybe months but maybe not, So Im taking this bike and riding to New York. Cause I wanna see my grand-daughter one last time, Wanna hold her close and feel her tiny Heart beat next to mine. Wanna see my son and the man hes become, Tell him Im sorry for the things Ive done, And Id do it if I had to walk. Oh, Im taking this bike and riding to New York Through the forests of West Constant That I knew as a boy, Past the sky line of Chicago, Round the lakes of Illinois I lay my head in a motel bed where my back gets sore and my eyes turn red, Listen to the trucks roll past my door. Through the fields of Ohio as the sunshine paints them gold. I run just like a river runs, rapid, quick and cold. And fly through Pennsylvania and the Jersey turn piked holes. And I wont stop till I get to New York. Cause I wanna see my grand-son one last time. I wanna see his eyes sparkling ans stare back into mine. Now my time is short, I wanna see my daughter, Tell her all the things that I should have taught her And Id do it if I had to walk. Oh, Im taking this bike and riding to New York. And Id go up to the churchyard one last time, Lay flowers down for the woman who gave me the best years of my life, And Id do it if I had to walk. Yeah, Id do it if I had to walk. Im taking this bike and riding to New York.
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 17:42:02 +0000
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