Dreamer's Whip
As the motorcycle pulls away
The sky has an attitude
And I'm a myriad of moods
No time to grieve
Went to your school
And learned to leave
It's either biting cold
Or dripping heat
Best to say nothing at all
I probably told you all night
But all I wanted was insight
Dreamer's Whip
Love of life
Isn't passion
It's just skill
Rain starting
On the gutter
And on your Moscow red car
Tie my lariat
Around your lonely heart
If you tell one person
You've told them all
Not a new beginning
Just another one
Dreamer's Whip
Writer/s: Dykeritz
