Rider

You ask me to be candid as you comb your errant hair

Well, what, I want to whisper if my true voice is despair

Or I've got too good at drinking or I've told untowardly tales

Or I've hung too close the shimmering of your mirror on the stairs

Well, I'm a free rider, I'm as free as they come

And I'll ride on free till the day is done

I am the hourglass where the road greets the sky

And the trees line up to wave good night

I rode your motorcycle, I recall each turn we took

Your back against my body, your waist inside the crook

Of my arm, the only anchor, oh, the steel, the wheels

On the altar of the pavement where my blood signed the deal

I'm a free rider, I'm as mean as they come

But I sing real sweet when the night birds come

I am the hourglass, I am the seeking sigh

The trees lined up, the words you couldn't find