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