Fog rolls over the asphalt grey
clouds crawl slowly, but seem to stay
the wind is hot, the sun is strong
the road is straight, the path is long

Two wheels spin, kicking up dust
for the rumble of the twin, a rider's lust
pipes gleam brightly, the speed is high
the sight of the land, flying by

The lone rider rolls, his heart is hurting
night closes in, the falling curtain
Searching for something, whatever it is
when found it will live, and will always be his

the rider feels lone, but surely is not
the fog roll along, the road is still hot
shapes in the haze, they come then they go
riding beside him, soon he will know

one bike appears, followed by another
one man takes shape, a fallen brother
his wife is there too, riding beside
all of is family, from his heart they reside

The lone rider lost, all that he had
alone in this life, lost even his lad
but they're rolling with him, never forgotten
he's alive in this world, feeling begotten

soon he will pass, one day from now
rejoining his brethren, this, God will allow
the final ride will begin, all by his side
a tear down his cheek, the love for his bride

then it happens, one fateful night
the bike went down, a dreadful sight
noone here in this world will miss him
but the world without him will be dim

loved ones, riding brothers, the riders love
all lost once, but has rejoined them above
the family is complete, the ride NOW begins
the lone rider rolls, again with his kin