Motorcycle

Bartholomew sits in the back of a pick-up truck

He's on his way to Santa Fe to meet his brother

And to his brother there is no one

Together they will hitchike to Canada

Where they will meet their good friend Joe

Who waits patiently by the side of the road

Lazy on Sunday

Crazy on Thuesday

You're my Coca-Cola, baby

And I'm your misfit pearl

Motorcycle, motorcycle

Rubber me down that broken yellow line

Motorcycle, motorcycle

Rubber me down that broken yellow line

I can hear you but I can't see you

You've come so close

To becoming someone else

You're a fascination

A dislocation from the mire

Lazy on Sunday

Crazy on Thuesday

You're my Coca-Cola, baby

And I'm your misfit pearl

Motorcycle, motorcycle

Rubber me down that broken yellow line

Motorcycle, motorcycle

Rubber me down that broken yellow line

This bitter grape has such a sweet aftertaste

A surprise present fron the Cuban kid

Thank you mister kid

Thank you

Satchels of prayers

Shall scrape this pilgrimage

Skyscrapers cling

To their paradise in the sky

You and I shall combine the information

And satelite toward a virgin star