I know those steps lead to your door But I won't be climbing them no more There's too many boys been down that way before I'd rather be On my Triumph '73 Town is watching as I pass Throwing shadows on the working class I was once like them, but now I'm flying fast Straight out of town As the rain patters down I can hear his footsteps fall Walking through your lamp-lit hall He looks like a child, I look like nothing at all The way I sail Behind a stormy veil ♪ Now you're slipping off your gloves His heart is beating like a frightened dove Just another fool in the dreaded art of love So long, Sue Though I know not what I'll do Ain't gonna join the marine corps Ain't gonna fight no rich mans war There's too many boys gone down that way before I'd rather be On my Triumph '73 Now I'm passing over the planes 95 in the passing lane Chasing the wind, despite it driving away Way out west Though I wish you all of the best