Motorcycle

Putting everything I feel on a motorcycle into words.

You're close enough to touch the whole world. If you reach up, you can touch the sky And you can touch the trees on either side Taste the wind as it goes rushing by Fields of grass, growing trees, Freshly tilled dirt and burning leaves You can hear all of the tires on the street Cool air wraps around your arms, the sun warms your back Who knew the climbing speedometer could thrill you like that? On the streets, you can feel every bump and crack The motorcycle's rumbling purr As the world rushes by, you're more than just a girl