cause the weather is gonna get cold
you gave me leather gloves to match
so tightly I can hold
I climb on up behind you
and with the wind we're gone
there's nothing like the exhilaration
of the wheels that play our song
we ride off into the sunset
on trails that we are blazing
we're just getting started
on a path that is amazing
baby, there is nothing better
than holding tightly to you
I love it all, this music we write
under a sky of cobalt blue
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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