Riding To New York
Passenger

Riding To New York

Well, I met him in Minnesota
He was dark and overcast
With long, grey hair and eyes that stared
Through me like I was glass
I asked: Where are you going to?
He said: I'm the wind I'm just blowing through
He lit up a cigarette and began to talk

Said:
"The doctors told me that my body won't hold me
My lungs are turning black
Been lucky strikes four since I was at school now there ain't no turning
Back
They can't tell me how long I've got
Maybe months but maybe not
So I'm taking this bike and riding to New York

'Cause I wanna see my grand-daughter one last time
Wanna hold her close and feel her tiny
Heart beat next to mine
Wanna see my son and the man he's become
Tell him I'm sorry for the things I've done
And I'd do it if I had to walk
Oh, I'm taking this bike and riding to New York

Through the forests of West Constant
That I knew as a boy
Past the sky line of Chicago
Round the lakes of Illinois
I lay my head in a motel bed where my back gets sore and my eyes turn red
Listen to the trucks roll past my door
Through the fields of Ohio as the sunshine paints them gold
I run just like a river runs, rapid, quick and cold
And fly through Pennsylvania and the Jersey turn piked holes
And I won't stop 'till I get to New York

'Cause I wanna see my grand-son one last time
I wanna see his eyes sparkling ans stare back into mine
Now my time is short
I wanna see my daughter
Tell her all the things that I should have taught her
And I'd do it if I had to walk
Oh, I'm taking this bike and riding to New York

And I'd go up to the churchyard one last time
Lay flowers down for the woman who gave me the best years of my life
And I'd do it if I had to walk
Yeah, I'd do it if I had to walk
I'm taking this bike and riding to New York