Letras
I get on my bike and I ride up the mountain
I take my four strings on the road
The cars pass close by me, my breathing is heavy
My legs hardly carry the load
The wrought-iron gates round the corner
Will be closed by the time I come back
I sail on through as the sky fades from blue
With precious minutes before it turns black
When the sun kisses down on the bustling town
The sounds hardly touch me up here
I'm singing my songs as the evening passes on
Streaks of red and gold appear
How many ghosts do I sing to tonight?
How many ears turned my way?
How can I pay my respects all the more
To those that have nothing to say?