Let's Ride

(álbum: Forever Since Breakfast - 1986)

She looked up in the noonday sun
Said, "Fighter jets are so unreal"
But we've got a job to be done
Come on

When I was just a boy
I saw the kings of the big gold cities
But as they died I dried up inside
Let's ride

Let's ride on airplanes and buses
Let's ride to the end of the line
Let's ride on fast motorcycles
Let's leave the routines of living behind

We pulled into a tick-tock town
And all the people looked so happy
Another trip down the elephant slide
Let's ride

Let's ride on subways and steeples
Let's ride to the end of the line
Let's ride on prescriptions and bottles
Let's leave the routines of living behind

Let's ride on airplanes and buses
Let's ride to the end of the line
Let's ride on fast motorcycles (ah...)
Let's leave the routines of living behind