You ask me to be candid As you comb your errant hair Well what, I want to whisper If my true voice is despair Or I've got too good at drinking Or I've told untowardly tales Or I've hung too close the shimmering Of your mirror on the stairs Well I'm a free rider, I'm as free as they come And I'll ride on free til the day is done I am the hourglass where the road greets the sky And the trees line up to wave good night I rode your motorcycle I recall each turn we took Your back against my body Your waist inside the crook Of my arm, the only anchor Oh the steel, the wheels On the altar of the pavement Where my blood signed the deal I'm a free rider, I'm as mean as they come But I sing real sweet when the night birds come I am the hourglass, I am the seeking sigh The trees lined up, the words you couldn't find