Pavement as slippery as snot
Visibility non-existent in front of rain-soaked shades
A night as cold as a North Pole grave
But her silken memory never fades
Ninety miles an hour on a flat desert freeway
My front wheel slicing the rain like a skater on ice
Heart pounding against my leather clad chest
Until I find her, I continue to roll the dice
She called me screaming, panic in her voice
He spit her lip in a jealous rage
I whistled to my iron steed, like Roy to Trigger
My eyes went blood red, time to cut the sage
Her eyes as green as emerald marbles
She left me and the city for another venture
But her dire drug slipped under my skin
The sound of her voice on the phone was pure torture
Just 400 miles of rain and terror
An asphalt ribbon of wet careening trucks
I twisted the quick throttle, as if the doorknob to my future
It wouldn't open, just my luck
I rode into the drizzling night without hope
I rode like my tires were on fire, with my heart bungied to my sleeve
I rode because I had no choice
I rode because my soul bereaved
The rain and darkness clouded my vision
My heart clouded my senses
The longing pulled me like a tug pulls a ship
Nothing would stop me, not even chain link fences
What makes a man insane with love?
What tears his brain apart?
What causes him to destroy his life?
For the dream she has a heart
In the speeding darkness I heard the blaring horn
I caught the blinking hi-beams through gray spray
The Harley screamed to stay in line
I had to find a way
The lights bore down upon me
I twisted the throttle once more
Her twinkling eyes held on strong
The big twin locomotive forced me to find the whore
My heart held onto her haunting words
My wind whipped whispers begged for her love
Death would be a welcome escape
From this spellbound emotion, like an iron glove
My chrome grip intensified
I'd free her from violence
Stand tall against her assault
Make her mine, or would she jump the fence?
Facing him was easy
Facing her brought pain
Riding hard delivered nothing
But more dread in the rain
Could I survive the strain?
Would 18 wheels end my plight?
I mentally rolled the dice
And tore into the Arizona night
Alongside pulled the brazen truck honking
The cab lights on
An angelic blond driving
Was she singing a song?
She followed me to the gas stop
Her azure eyes spoke overt joy
I pressed my cold against her full warmth
Suddenly Dale Evans found Roy
Could a tortured asphalt cowboy finds relief
With a voluptuous cowgirl on a leather seat?
–Renegade
2004
