Blew out my knees in football

Busted my hands in bars

Crushed my back unloading hot trucks

Cleared my head with pure grain liquor

How I miss it so

Now I fall off my walker

Talk like a toad

My throat stores thirty years of smoke

I eat more pills than food

What can you do when you hurt and can’t move?

But some things still move me

Make me want to wake each morning

My bike kickstarts life

Its frame my new back

Airbox my new throat

Disc brakes take the place of knees

Pistons pump my new heart

I feel their beat in every turn

I got a new body but it needs a brain

My bike follows my head

Each highway a sea without shores

I can race the whole country

I can rule any road

I thought I was free but I never was

Not till now when I’m not much

A disabled ghost

Yet the air my engine steals

Spins my soul through its two wheels

This sky, these trees, this grass

They’re mine

As free as I can be

You’ll hear me before you see me

And I’m way too fast to stop