Through every curve, through the corners we'd slide
accelerate out, a hell of a ride!
The man had me mastered of that I've no doubt.
When I thought it was ending he'd figure it out.
Oh how he scared me but I never bucked.
When he twisted my throttle the faster I trucked
for I'd never fail him, for him I'd give all,
ride to my death so he could stand tall.
And my only wish is that he were here to ride me again.
