Harley, Pt. 1

I dreamt we rode on your motorcycle
Far away from Stockholm in the early morning sun
Came a girls revival as she finally let go

I dreamt we rode on your motorcycle
Far away from Stockholm in the early morning sun
Came a girls revival as she finally let go

That the streets were empty
Swirling through the city
From the man I mothered so long
Into the vast wide open
Until the fields turned golden

I dreamt we woke up at a Nevada motel
And then just kept on driving
You said hold on now, hold me close
If we go fast enough then
There's a chance of flying
There's a chance of flying