Well I roamed along latitudes, like a kite on a tether

Flew out over the heather and went chasing my tail

And I took all of them platitudes, yeah strung ‘em all together

With bailing wire and leather and honey it just don’t look right

‘Cause when the roads are real, they’ll buck and they’ll bawl

I don’t care for the blacktop in town

Well ‘cause my shocks are shot, and I wouldn’t know it if not

For the rise and the fall of it all

Well I’ve honed all my skills to impress fellow brethren,

Still ain’t no feather in my cap

And I traversed heaps and hills, went searching for heaven and

Found me a reverend just speaking in tongues

‘Cause when the roads are right, they’ll kick and they’ll crawl

I don’t care if the camber now sags

Well ‘cause my struts are shot, and I wouldn’t know it if not

For the rise and the fall of it all

Well I’ve known you my dear in the sweet altogether

Depending on whether you were up or were down

But with you so near and the sun way down nether

Can’t depend on the weather to blow you my way

‘Cause when the roads are rough, you’ll whine and you’ll weep

But at least you’d be here by my side

‘Cause my suspensions’ all shot, and I wouldn’t know it if not

For the rise and the fall of it all

 ©2008 Shaun Cromwell