My Panhead (80's edition)

Sunlight glinting off the chrome, a memory I hold Wind whispers secrets, stories yet untold This old Panhead hums a tune, a rhythm deep and true Cruising down the coast, beneath a sky of fading blue Yeah, I'm cruising at the coast, with my Panhead chopper Every mile a memory, every turn a stopper The engine roars a ballad, a symphony of the past This feeling, wild and free, forever it will last Salt spray kisses on my face, a taste of years gone by White lines blur into a dream, as seabirds softly cry The leather creaks a gentle sigh, a partner in this flight Chasing shadows of the sun, into the fading light Yeah, I'm cruising at the coast, with my Panhead chopper Every mile a memory, every turn a stopper The engine roars a ballad, a symphony of the past This feeling, wild and free, forever it will last Was it someone I was chasing, or just the open road? Did laughter echo in the air, or was it just a load Of moments that I carry, heavy on my soul? This freedom that I'm feeling, takes its sweet control. The headlights cut the twilight haze, a beacon out ahead Another town, another dream, where weary souls are led But home is where the rumble is, the vibration in my bones This machine, it speaks my language, in a thousand spoken tones Yeah, I'm cruising at the coast, with my Panhead chopper Every mile a memory, every turn a stopper The engine roars a ballad, a symphony of the past This feeling, wild and free, forever it will last Panhead chopper… coast so wide… Riding on… with nothing to hide… Just the rhythm… and the tide… Yeah, the coast… with my Panhead by my side. Mmm, by my side.