a young man sits so restless

on his bike and grips the bars

'though the miles approach infinity

it doesn't seem that far

'cause there's a pain deep down inside him

but he doesn't know what from

he accelerates to lose it

and he rides into the sun

CHORUS-

his road is like a rainbow

he can never see it end

he reaches out to touch it

but his hands hold only wind

still there is land riches

'though this is not the one

he tells himself so many times

as he rides into the sun

he sometimes checks the mirror

to assure him of the way

but the danger lies

before his eyes

and the piper's always paid

yet what has past behind him

can never be undone

the silhouettes all follow

as he rides into the sun

CHORUS

he sometimes stops to take a break

and soothe his weary soul

but he hears the music calling

and knows it's time to roll

while the sounds of the lonely highway

bang in his head like drums

he looks to all horizons

as he rides into the sun

Lithopolis, Ohio '78