The road unwinds in silver thread,
Past fields of green and roofs of red.
The engine hums a steady song,
And I am carried right along.
I sit beside the rushing air,
With wind-tossed hair and little care.
The world rolls by in bright display,
A thousand scenes in one short day.
The rider leans, the shadows glide,
While I enjoy the open side.
No need to steer, no need to lead,
Just sky and motion, speed and speed.
Through village lanes and country far,
I find my place in the sidecar.
Half passenger, half wandering star,
Content to be where journeys are.
And when the sunset paints the sky,
In gold and rose as we roll by,
I hold the moment where we are—
A happy soul, riding sidecar.