Seems My Bike's Riding Me - Birth Control

Times, I’ve got to be free

When life’s too much for me

On my motor cycle

I get away from people

Off to the sandstone sea

'Cross the desert highway I will ride

Up to the heights, just me and my bike we will glide

So high, so free, just us, seems my bike’s riding me

I’m a fonda-less hopper

Just me and my chopper

On the desert sand strip

Nearly break the hand grip

No, nothing can stop her

Heading for the mountains eagle-like

Up in the heights, I’m flying away on my bike

So high, so free, just us, seems my bike’s riding me

Whenever I can’t get satisfaction

If ever I can’t get any action

Anytime I really want to let rip

Take main street like it was a drag strip

Turning on, burning up the freeway

Treating it just like a speedway

Don’t care where, I’m a real easy rider

Anywhere, as free as a glider

Yeah, better than Charlie

I get off, off on my Harley, yeah

Like a hunting condor

See, she will swoop and soar

Racing down the mountains

Shooting up like fountains

Hear, hear her scream and roar

Flying round the mountains eagle-like

Up in the heights, I’m flying away on my bike

So high, so free, just us, seems my bike’s riding me