I turn my back to the wind. To catch my breath,. Before I start off again. Driven on,. Without a moment to spend. To pass an evening. With a drink and a friend.
A modern day warrior. Mean, mean stride. Today's Tom Sawyer. Mean, mean pride. . Though his mind is not for rent. Don't put him down as arrogant. His reserve, a quiet defense.
Like the fly on the wheel, who says. "What a lot of dust we're raising". Are you under the illusion. That you're part of this scheme?. Seems like a lifetime ago.
Begin the day with a friendly voice. A companion unobtrusive. Plays that song that's so elusive. And the magic music makes your morning mood. . Off on your way, hit the open road.