Triumph ‘73 - The Felice Brothers

I know those steps lead to your door

But I won’t be climbing them no more

There’s too many boys been down that way before

I’d rather be

On my Triumph '73

Town is watching as I pass

Throwing shadows on the working class

I was once like them but now I’m flying fast

Straight out of town as the rain patters down

I can hear his footsteps fall

Walking through your lamp-lit hall

He looks like a child, I look like nothing at all

The way I sail

Behind a stormy veil

Now you’re slipping off your gloves

His heart is beating like a frightened dove

Just another fool

In the dreaded art of love

So long, Sue

Though I know not what I’ll do

Ain’t gonna join the marine corps

Ain’t gonna fight no rich mans war

There’s too many boys gone down that way before

I’d rather be

On my Triumph '73

Now I’m passing over the planes

95 in the passing lane

Chasing the wind

Despite it driving away

Way out west

Though I wish you all of the best