Jet trails across an autumn sky
High tail it to your bikes and fly
If you could
Over the neighborhood Zipped up against the evening damp
And where you land
You're off and riding up the ramp Is different than where you planned
We're gonna ride right off
Ape hanger
Threw jack
Wrote our names on Cemetery Bridge
Into the dark And waited for dogs to bark.
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