On the back of an old beat up Harley
You and me we're gonna drive
Drive into the nameless desert I keep seeing in your eyes
I keep thinking maybe we could drive forever if we tried
But I'm afraid forever might not be enough time
You think you're all grown up now
But yo'e really just a cynical child
You dragged your broken body down the road of broken dreams
And somehow you wound up back here
With a couple dreams left over, or at least that'show it seems
Honey, that's exactly what I fear....
'Cos I want no illusions
You got some nerve saying I'm the one that lives too hard
Wasn't it you I saw all by yourself in the churchyard
Standing over your lover's grave when she cut your apron strings with a chainsaw
And you shed no tears,
At least none that I saw....
You think you're all grown up now....
There's a road down by the river....
It ends in forever.....
And if we die, big deal, so we die.....
You think you're all grown up now,
but you're really just a cynical child,
And I'll brook no illusions.....