the sun went down
looking like the eye of God,
behind icy mist and stark bare trees,
two guys in leather jackets glance at each other and shiver
saying, "they just don't make them with winter in mind."
Down the gray narrow road
two bike search for whatever they can find.
I wonder if I'll end up a twisted piece of metal along the roadside
skid marks of blood and oil down the double yellow line,
I wonder if I'll end up like my buddy Vinnie
never knowing what the future holds for me,
or if my fear of the unknown
will keep me home,
just growing tenser with the times...
or I'll end up wearing this leather jacket,
shivering with a friend
while the eye of God blazes at us like
the sun.