Ride

I was in the winter of my life and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell sleep with vision of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three year down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once has dreams of becoming abeautiful poet but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again sparkling and broken. But I really didn’t mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I hadbeen living they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lied you head. I was always an unusual girl; my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide as wavering as theocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one who belonged to everyone, who had nothing who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzles anddizzied me.

I've been out on that open road. You can be my full time, daddy. White and gold. Singing blues has been getting old. You can be my full time, baby. Hot or cold.
Don't break me down. I've been traveling too long. I've been trying too hard. With one pretty song.
I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast. I am alone in the night. Been trying hard not to get into trouble, butI I've got a war in my mind. So, I just ride. Just ride, I just ride, I just ride
Dying young and playing hard. That's the way my father made his life an art. Drink all day and we talk 'til dark. That's the way the road doves do it, ride 'til its dark.
Don't leave me now. Don't say good bye. Don't turn around. Leave me high and dry.
I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast. I amalone in the night. Been trying hard not to get in trouble, but I I've got a war in my mind. I just ride. Just ride, I just ride, I just ride.
I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy. I'm tired of driving 'till I see stars in my eyes. I look up to hear myself saying, Baby, too much I strive, I just ride.
I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast. I am alone in the night. Been tryinghard not to get in trouble, but I I've got a war in my mind. I just ride. Just ride, I just ride, I just ride...

Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people and finally I did on the open road. We have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired any more except to make our lives into a work of art. LIVE FAST. DIE YOUNG. BE WILD. AND HAVE FUN. I believe in the country America usedto be. I believe in the person I want to become, I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I Ride. I Just Ride. Who are you? Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them? I Have. I Am Fucking Crazy. But I Am Free.Me encontraba en el invierno de mi vida, y los hombres a quienes conocí en el camino fueron mi único verano. Por las noches, caía dormida con una imagen de mi misma bailando, riendo y llorando con ellos. Tres días antes de embarcarme en una gira mundial, mis recuerdos de ellos fueron las únicas cosas que me sostuvieron, y mis únicos y verdaderos momentos felices. Era una cantante, no una...