Motorcycle

Bartholomew sits in the back of a pick-up truck He's on his way to Santa Fe to meet his brother And to his brother there is no one Together they will hitchike to Canada Where they will meet their good friend Joe Who waits patiently by the side of the road Lazy on Sunday Crazy on Thuesday You're my Coca-Cola, baby And I'm your misfit pearl Motorcycle, motorcycle Rubber me down that broken yellow line Motorcycle, motorcycle Rubber me down that broken yellow line I can hear you but I can't see you You've come so close To becoming someone else You're a fascination A dislocation from the mire Lazy on Sunday Crazy on Thuesday You're my Coca-Cola, baby And I'm your misfit pearl Motorcycle, motorcycle Rubber me down that broken yellow line Motorcycle, motorcycle Rubber me down that broken yellow line This bitter grape has such a sweet aftertaste A surprise present fron the Cuban kid Thank you mister kid Thank you Satchels of prayers Shall scrape this pilgrimage Skyscrapers cling To their paradise in the sky You and I shall combine the information And satelite toward a virgin star