Motorbike from Water Words by Asha Wells

Green as the grass, underfoot
Three as the clover, misunderstood
Think I intuited it, before we ever met
Free as the bird, that escapes the net
Take me for a ride, tell me it’s alright
On your motorbike, like whispers in the night
Maybe you walk your path, and I walk mine
Choose everyday, to intertwine
Take me for a ride, tell me it’s alright
On your motorbike, like whispers in the night
Is jealousy the prophecy,
Self-fulfilling prophecy
Be in the middle, during the show
See for yourself, where my eyes go
I’ll take you for a ride, tell you it’s alright
Through the spotlight, like whispers in the night
Take me for a ride, tell you it's alright
On your motorbike, on your motorbike

• Alternative
• alt-indie
• alternative folk
• eclectic
• folk arc
• singer-songwriter
• Oakland