Outlaw Therapy - Zamir Ben Akiva

My neighbors think I’m crazy, Every Friday morning at ten. I polish chrome like jewelry, Talk to the engine like my best friend. There’s oil stains in the kitchen, Burn marks on my favorite jeans. People say: “It’s just a Harley…” Yeah… they’ve never heard you breathe. One more ride, one more flame, Every road still calls my name. Silver… You’re louder than the noise in me, Half machine and half therapy. Every mile pulls me back to life, Chrome addiction every night. Silver… You and me still running free, Red lights, broken highways, Coffee cups and sleepless eyes. Truck stop radios still playing Songs that never really die. Phones off, just engine thunder, Moonlight sliding on the tank. Young kids stare when we roll by slow, Old bikers nod and smile back. One more ride, one more flame, Every road still calls my name. Silver… You’re louder than the noise in me, Half machine and half therapy. Every mile pulls me back to life, Chrome addiction every night. Silver… You and me still running free, Silver… Still louder than the noise in me, Still my outlaw therapy. Every scar becomes a memory, Every road our history. Silver… You and me till the last sunrise, Still alive in the engine light.