Ten months gone and things have changed,
Now everybody thinks it's gone stale,
But, in me, there's still a flame,
And I have but myself to blame.
Treat me gently, hold me tight,
For I'm about to face, the coldest night,
When you realise, deep down inside,
That you want to be free to ride.
Posted: 2007-06-25 22:34:51