Spokes

Started talking To a couple of wedded strangers Sitting down on motorcycles Who passed on the highway Stepped into The service station Took a piss, got water Bought fuel to ride Blood is flowing And mountains are blurring There is something stirring Way down inside Barely know My homebase home Seems I'm rarely there For any share of time The neighborhood's the same They all remember my name Holding no reservations The newness is wearing in Checked my eyes to see if they had spokes See if they are moving See if they had spokes See if there is somewhere else to ride Barely know My airbase home Seems I'm rarely there For any share of time Before I ride --- Spokes - Calexico