Rolling hills, sun on my face,
cool wind blowing, bikers embrace.
The rare occasion to fly.
To catch a glimpse through an Eagles eye.
The tree tops, snow capped mountains, rock wall canyons,, this is my place.
On the road I embrace, the feeling of freedom, the feeling of space.
Crank up the starter, pop it in gear.
Ahead of the rat race, out in the clear.
Noise of the city at my back.
Destination unknown but on the right track.
Visions of the world as I pass it by,
the spirit of an Eagle, someday I’ll fly.