The Dark-Butch Walker My favorite bike, doesn't have a name I'm just riding; not running away Heat from the engine, digging in my thigh Into the dark, with my father at my side My mirror is broken, don't wanna look back Just fell off, didn't even cry Silver Coast Highway, light on high Into the dark, with my father at my side Into the dark, with my father at my side Left hand on the clutch and foot kicks up Dirt on my right hand Ain't running from nothing, nothing on my mind Into the dark, with my father at my side Into the black, with my father at my side