One man, proud following his dream of being a motorcycle gang, another man, lost and confused of who he is, falls behind the gang.
One man Dressed in Leather,
Leads his highway stealing pack,
The tough, confident image,
He’d strived for since he was a boy,
The wind burns his face,
Numbing his cheeks,
Yet he is free, in control,
Living his dream.
One man Dressed in Leather,
Falls behind all the rest,
The weak, longing heart,
Searching for some meaning,
His father would be proud,
So he drives a little faster,
To keep up with his life,
That is a lie.
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