Motorcycle
How could I forget?
I see the whole thing
You hand me the brush
I paint the whole scene
I'm in the middle of the street
I'm lying broken
But let me just rewind
Because it took me 12 years just to give up the high
And then it took another one to come to terms with the lies
I remember when I'd shut my eyes on the drive
I was daring God but he never replied
Until the motorcycle buckled
Woke up inside
Ambulance was roaring, red and blue lights
Calling on an angel
Ringing two times
Devil not far behind
Bonneville, a beauty, kept it so clean
Never thought it'd turn me to a dope fiend
But you stay on my mind
I have to tell them now
Just like any other day, I woke up withdrawn
Stumble as I try to boot my boots on
Now I'm running out the door
To get them, who from?
With shame not far behind
I flirted with death before
Once when I blew her a kiss
On the table I was sleeping
Stitched together a bit
And it was there on the drip
With the IV and them
I was waxing poetic, I'm on some "man, what a trip"
Then the motorcycle buckled
Woke up inside
The hospital was cold
My skin was sheet white
I couldn't stop from shaking
Walking the line
Between this world and the next
Without a thought in my mind
But who am I?
I see the whole thing
You hand me the brush
I paint the whole scene
I'm in the middle of the street
I'm lying broken
But let me just rewind
Because it took me 12 years just to give up the high
And then it took another one to come to terms with the lies
I remember when I'd shut my eyes on the drive
I was daring God but he never replied
Until the motorcycle buckled
Woke up inside
Ambulance was roaring, red and blue lights
Calling on an angel
Ringing two times
Devil not far behind
Bonneville, a beauty, kept it so clean
Never thought it'd turn me to a dope fiend
But you stay on my mind
I have to tell them now
Just like any other day, I woke up withdrawn
Stumble as I try to boot my boots on
Now I'm running out the door
To get them, who from?
With shame not far behind
I flirted with death before
Once when I blew her a kiss
On the table I was sleeping
Stitched together a bit
And it was there on the drip
With the IV and them
I was waxing poetic, I'm on some "man, what a trip"
Then the motorcycle buckled
Woke up inside
The hospital was cold
My skin was sheet white
I couldn't stop from shaking
Walking the line
Between this world and the next
Without a thought in my mind
But who am I?
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Writer(s): John Stephens
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