Ride Again

I'm gonna leave the motor running,

The air is getting cold.

A hundred miles away from Buffalo.

Skin is cracked, hands are bleeding,

My eyes are hanging low; 

The oil stains were shining on the road. 

It's been a while since they asked me

If I'd ride again? Hell if I know. 

Quit throwing all your questions at me,

I've got to keep my eyes on Buffalo.

Help me out, cause I've been living

With a light inside, you know?

But, these days the flame is burning low.

Just wait it out? Cause baby, I know:

The road is longer when you're driving with a ghost.