Triumph ‘73

I know those steps lead to your door
 But I won't be climbing them no more
 There's too many boys been down that way before
 I'd rather be
 On my Triumph '73
 Town is watching as I pass
 Throwing shadows on the working class
 I was once like them, but now I'm flying fast
 Straight out of town
 As the rain patters down
 I can hear his footsteps fall
 Walking through your lamp-lit hall
 He looks like a child, I look like nothing at all
 The way I sail
 Behind a stormy veil
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 Now you're slipping off your gloves
 His heart is beating like a frightened dove
 Just another fool in the dreaded art of love
 So long, Sue
 Though I know not what I'll do
 Ain't gonna join the marine corps
 Ain't gonna fight no rich mans war
 There's too many boys gone down that way before
 I'd rather be
 On my Triumph '73
 Now I'm passing over the planes
 95 in the passing lane
 Chasing the wind, despite it driving away
 Way out west
 Though I wish you all of the best