歌词
Pantechne driver,
exiled outsider,
landlocked he dreams of turbines and steam.
Pantechne driver,
motorbike rider,
on lost roads he hides an east west divide,
in wastelands of time.
Old pantechnicon dreams,
we wanna be right.
Back up to the old world and into tonight.
Programmed into our nerves and over the sky,
concrete forms in our minds,
exhaust in our eyes.
Stop, sketch the scene,
the past comes clean.
Easy rider, older, wiser,
come with me.
Pantechne driver,
exiled outsider,
landlocked he dreams of turbines and steam.
Pantechne driver,
motorbike rider,
on lost roads he hides an east west divide,
in wastelands of time...