I
Riding on the trial
Where I won't have to bail
Riding on the street
Where society won't beat
Just me and my bike
Where detachment spikes
II
Pitch the tent
Here I can also vent
Me and the lake
Away it all will take
Away from this world
Where my heart becomes unfurled
III
Lay next to you
Me you speak right through
With you my world is so small
All inside these four little walls
The best of any salvation
From this pain sensation
So easy, so simple
Watching for your dimple
So smile for me
So I can be free
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