For the Ride

Debra Littlejohn (Shinder) 1991

With the wind in my face,
and the world racing by,
and my arms 'round your waist,
I was sure riding high.
It was over too soon,
but I'll do it again
some night in some dream,
where the ride never ends.

For that time, for that ride,
I was finally free to fly
on the Gold Wing of an Eagle's song,
we touched the nighttime sky.

Then I was back down on the ground
and like a bird, you'd flown,
but I rode the wind, again and again
in my mind, on the long ride back home.

For the ride, years didn't matter
and fears didn't get in the way.
The cares of the day just faded away
and for once, I was satisfied.

The least I can do
is thank you
for the ride.