Ride 

Written in August of 1998 in Edmonton, Alberta

You wear me down
I swear I can’t get no relief
And stare me down
Sometimes you’re impossible to believe.

Diesel fumes
In my lungs and in my clothes
We just assume
That we already are what everybody knows

Hey
We’d ride
Hey, we’d ride

Hey hey hey

The big red sun
Burns like a brand new tattoo
And the big red sun
Always seems to remind me of you
Always there even behind clouds
Singing loud behind your shroud
But you were there when I came down

Hey
We’d ride
Hey, we’d ride

Hey hey hey

Well, I sit and watch
All you couples in the park holding hands
I sit and watch
And try to come to terms with what I’ll never understand

Hey
We’d ride
Hey, we’d ride

Hey hey hey

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