Lyrics

Headed out to my old two wheeler
got that milwaukee eight warming up
Cams thumping, “Teenbird” eagles pumping, getting ready to kick up some dust

I got the tank on full, just me and the road, Interstate keeps calling my name
Quick stop for a few rounds to keep me from going insane

Flying down the highway
With a fist full of throttle
Got my knees in the breeze
And my mind on a fun of the road
Living to ride and riding to live yeah
Can't you feel what I'm feeling?

Gonna do it my way
Wouldn't wanna mislead you
No direction, destination
No rhyme or reason
Sit right there and listen to me, friend
Yeah that's the song of Freedom

No time clock to punch, no bossman to please,
nobody bitching ´bout wrong and right
No who's cheating who, no breaking hopes, trying to keep them all in line

I'm on my own, got nothing to lose, I keep pushing right on through
A lot of things have crossed my mind, but stop isn´t true