On the moons of globe,
the engines roaring loud,
I'll be here to rooode.

Leather jackets gleaming,
helmets swappin' tight,
On all horses to seal,
chasing dreams,
all night.

Through the valleys and mountains,
we make our own way.

No destination sad,
just living for today.

The rumble of engines,
the freedom we feel,
As we conquer the miles,
every turn,
every Jimmie's, Jim,
Riding fast,
riding free,
we'll have one of three,
through the trees,
and turns,
on our way of life, we answer to go!