This Ride Is Work

Lyrics and concept by me; music and cover image generated using AI tools. Lyrics Asphalt inches under my feet Kick in gear, up the street Twist the grip… yeah There it is Wind in my face, harsh and raw Smallest helmet by the law Faceplate full of bugs and dust Wipe a hole… good enough This ride is work This ride is work Yeah this ride is work No fairing No sound Little two-fifty wound up tight Fifty-five and all it’s got Chain slips… damn Kick it back Rides a little crooked I don’t care Pull off slow Dust and heat Couple bikes already there Just a nod Tools come out Back on track Fires up I nod back That’s enough Ninety-nine percenter Doing my stuff This ride is work This ride is work Yeah this ride is work Sand drifting across the lane Like the road’s trying to forget itself I-40… somewhere in Arizona Hand up Gone Twelve hours… maybe more Engine talking in my head Say it again… I’m listening Jacket’s shot, cold gets in Hold it closed with my hand No gloves… fingers hurt Ride a while sidesaddle Just to feel my legs again Wrong boots Shift comes rough Kick it down Good enough This ride is work This ride is work Yeah this ride is work Probably ain’t enough gas To get back home Me and the machine… Yeah That’s it [chorus] This ride is work This ride is work Roll it quiet through the motel door Don’t even ask Just nod Park it right there by the bed Listen to it tick down In the dark …do it again tomorrow