Riding a Bike

Ride my bike through this desert
like an Indian riding a horse
Hope I don’t get a flat tire if I do I’ll be hitch hiking north
my saddle bags are full of wishes
got my guitar on my back
I’m wearing a hat to block the sun
flash light for the night
I’m keeping my eyes peeled for mountain goats
I haven’t seen one yet
I’m winding dining
along this stretch to no return to no return, to no return
I’m riding a bike
riding a bike
riding a bike
There’s fruit on the trees
along the sides of he road
I 'll swim in the lakes and rest in the sand
Cold nights go through these blankets
I should of spent my money on a sleeping bag
The sun rises to meet the day
I 'll do the same do the same
I’ve been painting you pictures
I’ve been writing you songs
feels like I’m in a moving picture riding along riding along