May your shadow be your company on a morning heading south
By your right hand side, all stretched out
And the cool air will revive you and quench your mouth,
The green landscape will calm your eyes, no doubt.
I heard your pedals clacking, as the spokes go all about
Your head was tilted slightly, at the gps scout
I wonder if you're going far, there's some luggage on the back
It could be a hundred miles down the road, or 10 if off the track.