CROSSROADS
~By Sorez The Scribe
I could have stayed longer
It was time to move on
I knew it was time
To go down that road
You knew it also
You would have to agree
That I had to move on
Just not meant to be
The thing that we had
Was such a good thing
Just could not last
Much longer than did
We are two scooter tramps
A Brother and Sis'
Both craving freedom
Of Life in the Wind
But we have crossed roads
Now looking back
Trying to remember
Not to forget past
As we go on our way
We shall never forget
Downtime at the crossroads
Of our lives
LIFE GOES ON
~By Sorez The Scribe
When I heard what had happened
I went for a ride
As I traveled road
There were tears in my eyes
I flashed on the phone call
That gave me bad news
Then I stopped at a bar
And had me some brews
Could not figure out
Why you were now gone
Even doubted that
Your number was up
But the very next day
I was at your funeral
Was there with my shovel
As we buried you
I miss you now
That you are gone
And it's a fucked up thing
But life must go on
A WAY OF LIFE
~By Sorez The Scribe
I chose this way of life
A long long time ago
And once I even tried
To walk away from it all
But after many years
And after many miles
After all the roadrash
And the toothless smiles
I chose this way of life
The life of a scooter tramp
I chose to ride amongst Brothers
The two wheel pilots
Of this land
I look at myself
In my mirror every day
And I dig on seeing
Places that I've been
Also dig the looks
That are so plain to see
That all those fuckin' citizens
Dare to give to me
GETAWAY
~By Sorez The Scribe
It's time to go
Down the road
Getaway
To where I don't know
The time has come
For me to be free
To go down the road
The way it should be
Finally time to
Ride those highways
To find myself
And Live my life
It's time to get away
Time to ride
So let go of me now
It's getaway time
