Riding Alone

A gritty, road-worn ballad about breaking free from a tangled love affair. -- Lyrics: -- Riding alone down an empty road. Traveling past the cactus and horny toads. Trying not to think about the night before, But out of my mind the memories pour. -- Kicking up dust and leaving miles behind. Behind some walls I can’t be confined. I need the cool air whipping through my hair. Trying to forget about the 3-way love affair. -- So don’t try to stop me, it’s time to leave. Some folks just don't care, practice to deceive. Thought I was the only one, but I was wrong. Three folks can’t exist where only two belong. -- So, I’m taking a trip; I’m going away. She's not worth the price I’d have to pay. I don’t need a woman who's a spoiled brat. I don't need a woman who acts like that. -- Kicking up dust and leaving miles behind. Behind some walls I can’t be confined. I need the cool air whipping through my hair. Trying to forget about the 3-way love affair. -- Riding through the valleys, up and down hills. Riding my bike, is how I get my thrills. Seems to me that all women are alike. And I’ve never met one, better than my bike. Kicking up dust and leaving miles behind. -- Seems to me, all women are alike. And I've never met one, better than my bike. -- Photo is AI generated.