On a desert Christmas morning 1981 One month shy of six years old In the valley of the sun My first two wheel bicycle stood by the tree My heart thumping in my chest Though I'd tried I couldn't ride one yet ♪ Out on our street when my dad let go of the seat I rode off and down the road Somehow I never went back home But I remember what it was like Astride my yellow bike First freedom, second life All the places I could ride Leaving early, packing light That little ache inside My kingdom for someone to ride with ♪ Now a highwayman who traded in his handlebars Going back and forth In vans and rental cars On the 10 the 5 the 90 and the 95 In love with every stretch of road But when I drive them on my own They remind me what it was like Astride that yellow bike My kingdom for someone Some folks are loners And you learn from them If you've always been a joiner On the move again But if you keep your legs pumping Despite everything Well you can take that sting You can make it swing Just remember what it was like Astride that yellow bike First freedom, second life All the places I could ride Leaving early, packing light That little ache inside My kingdom for someone to ride with I'd trade my kingdom for someone to ride with