Motorbike

On my way to meet you
Dressed in a soldier’s suit
Bouquet of dead flowers
Basket of rotten fruit
Back when I was just a child
A gypsy read my palm
She said don’t ride motorcycles
Two feet on the ground
Now I’m riding on the back of your motorbike
Riding on the back of your motorbike
Riding on the back of your motorbike
Riding on the back of your motorbike
Can’t keep moving
Can’t keep still
Gotta catch up, take control
Thought it was impossible
Back when I was just a child
A gypsy read my palm
She said don’t ride motorcycles
Two feet on the ground
Now I’m riding on the back of your motorbike
Riding on the back of your motorbike
Riding on the back of your motorbike
Riding on the back of your motorbike
So what’s the use?
Don’t call a car
Nobody knows where to go
So let’s take a ride
Riding on the back of your motorbike
Riding on the back of your motorbike
Riding on the back of your motorbike
Riding on the back of your motorbike