Chris Wilkie - The Motorbike Song Lyrics

There's a bottle of wine on the table
That I've not drunk yet
But I will get there
There's a limousine in the driveway
But I'm not driving
Coz I won't get there

I'm on a motorbike
Riding along gotta a ticket to ride
I'm on a motorbike
Making my way back into the night

There could be cinematic hindsight
A retrospective
A feel-good back flip
And there's a taxi cab that's passing by
But I'm not stopping
At any crossings

I'm on a motorbike
Riding along gotta a ticket to ride
I'm on a motorbike
Making my way back into the night

There could be rubber rings a floating
Through clouds of sliver
Or something similar
There is a seedy in my pocket
But I'm not shopping
Coz I know nothing

I'm on a motorbike
Riding along gotta a ticket to ride
I'm on a motorbike
Making my way back into the night

I'm on a motorbike
Riding along gotta a ticket to ride
I'm on a motorbike
Making my way back into the night
Making my way back into the night
Making my way back into the night