Beer and Motorcycles

The asphalt's a black ribbon, endless and wideThe sun's on my neck, on the tank where I rideFive gears and a throttle, the wind sings its songLeave all my worries where they don't belongThe machine 'neath my frame, it's breathing and aliveThe only thing besides you that makes me feel I can survive

Yeah, it's beer and motorcycles, a thundering soundThe smell of high-octane and tires on the groundA cold glass of amber when the evening sets inAnd the road just keeps rollin' where we've always beenBeer and motorcycles, that's our claim to fameA hot steel machine and a cold beer game

The curves are getting tighter, the pass is drawing nearI downshift and the engine shouts right in my earLeather jacket's sticking, sweat beneath the helmBut this is the moment, my very own realmUp top at the lodge, the view's a work of artDown on the switchbacks, playing their part

Yeah, it's beer and motorcycles, a thundering soundThe smell of high-octane and tires on the groundA cold glass of amber when the evening sets inAnd the road just keeps rollin' where we've always beenBeer and motorcycles, that's our claim to fameA hot steel machine and a cold beer game

And at night by the fire, the embers glow so redThe bikes stand in the half-light, waiting to be ledThe stories that we share now, the scars we've earned alongThe pride in these iron horses, a brotherhood so strongWe won't be young forever, we all know that's trueBut what counts is this moment... the beer... and you

Yeah, it's beer and motorcycles, a thundering soundThe smell of high-octane and tires on the groundA cold glass of amber when the evening sets inAnd the road just keeps rollin' where we've always beenBeer and motorcycles, that's our claim to fameA hot steel machine and a cold beer gameA cold beer game

The stars are out above us... the embers fade to greyThe engine ticks in the evening breeze... it had a good dayBeer... and motorcyclesYeah