Night and Road

These are lyrics, not poetry.

You know there's only,

night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike,

What's 'at approaching my head-light?

All the girls,

that I've ever known.

Some stayed awhile,

but all have blown.

Left me here, on my own.

All their love,

down the drain I've thrown.

Now there's only;

night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike...

What's that thing up in my head-light?

All the ladies...

That I've ever known.

Some stayed awhile,

but all are gone!

Left me here,

on my own.

All their love,

down the drain

I've thrown.

All their love...

I turned

to stone.*

Now,

there's nothing more than,

a night and a road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike,

What's that up a'ead in my head-light?

Night and road,

they move by.

Without reason,

here I fly by.

If you find a reason...

then you decide!

Two wheels 

squeal that

aim to die.

Now,

there's only,

a night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike.

Who's that standing in my headlight?

All the honeys,

I've ever known,

caressed me til my heart explode!

Got my back,

is how they rode.

But now,

there's nothing.

But night and road.

 

And now,

there's always only,

night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike.

There's a mirror in my headlight?

Another planet,

along the way.

We have forced night into day!

Success you see, in every game!

Wind it blows,

until we fray.

Wind, it gets your mind away.

Now there's only,

night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike,

 

We shared some lies,

on the phone.

These babes

no man,

can ever own.

All the girls,

I've ever known..!

Pierced me,

with their voodoo bone.

And now they're running,

far from home.

(I know they didn't mean it.)

I love their eyes in my headlight...

I love their eyes in my headlight...
I love their eyes in my headlight...

I love, their eyes in my headlight...
I love, their eyes in my headlight...

 

Now,

there's only,

night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike.

Is that me,

standing

in the head-light?

Mars, 1959.

Again! On my own!

Jets turn on,

to blast it all away,

and obscure
the words

that we know we'll never say.

(But now, I'm sorry,

I gotta tell you Mumma!)

It's;

night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike,
night and road and motorbike.

So,

Hold on tight!

Make your get away!

But, you'll soon find that...
"There's no escape!"

Night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike.

As everything burns,
black into night.

Now, there's only,

Night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike,

night and road and motorbike,

Their ghosts still hang,

in my headlight.