I don't know that this isn't the greatest motorcycle song ever recorded, but I don't know that it's not. Now if all y'all will excuse me, it's a beautiful morning, and I'm going for a ride.
Gotta keep rollin, gotta keep ridin',
keep searchin' till I find what's right
And as the sunset faded
I spoke to the faintest first starlight
And I said next time
We'll get it right