well you never flew the colours and I never saw you bend a knee to any man but you were never short of brothers there was always someone holding out a helping hand well, I remember the summer we were riding to a show and our road went on forever so we were riding nice and slow and then I heard the band play and the sun broke through the sky it was a fine day for a funeral ya but I never wanted you to die no one ever wanted you to die we were waiting at the crossroads when I saw you wiping out some metal box just slipped down right into the side of you
I was screaming I was screaming I was screaming but nothing was coming out they always said you were a dark horse because you rode the land alone but you know I think the real reason was that you were always riding home and your road goes on forever the sun will always shine one day we'll be together when we cross the final line when we cross the line if I turn to you and call you a friend when all is said and all is done will you meet me on the other side seven million miles beyond the sun