You came over here with wild tales from the East
About the floods that are rushing 'round your door
About your old lady who up and walked away from your feast
And you can't get her back no more
So you flew your bike over Highway
1You were lucky to land on your feet
And you started crying 'cause you bent the key
But it was your lady that landed underneath
And it is all alright
Take it as it comes
You will find a way
To get there
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