YZ250

There's a burn scar on my left calf

From when I turned thirteen

The day my old man gave me his old YZ 250

Now, pa and I'd ride through the orange groves

Back before they turned them into homes

I was chasing his dust,

I always was

'Till my tire caught a branch

And kicked me down into the mud

I tried to scream, but had no breath

I watched his helmet fade away

As the engine hissed against my leg

And I start crying

Half because the weight that I can't muster up the strength to lift alone

Half because he's gone

And I keep calling out your name

Helpless as the day I came

I just hear that engine screaming low

Ripping off in the distance

And something in me changed that day

I've been scared to lose you since then

That engine marked me like a brand

With a truth I hate to understand

There's a time when those old rugged hands

Ain't gonna turn around

And ride off on a trail that I can't follow

And that's a damned hard pill for me to swallow

And I can't stop crying

Half because the weight that I can't muster up the strength to lift alone

Half because you're still here

But time don't last forever

And try as I might

I can't drown out the roar of that old

I try to chase you down

But it don't make no difference

 You keep heading toward that sunset

Putting on those miles

And I ain't damn near ready for that day

 but hell, ride on