I see sights and pretty lights,
I feel the wind enter my mind,
I do all this from the backseat of the motorbike
I talk, I learn,
I shade myself from the sun,
I do all this from the backseat of the motorbike
I question, I answer,
I travel, I rest,
I do all this from the backseat of the motorbike
I know a little more of you now,
Than I did the day before,
When I ride on the backseat of the motorbike
The very backseat of the motorbike,
that you left vacant,
when you said your final goodbye!
