I remember the innocence of her smile
We roamed through rainy days
Laughing all the while
In our boots on a motorcycle
We sped throughout the night
And her hair hung below her shoulders
And it glistened like midnight
Wild bird, flying up above
Tell me which way did fly our love
Wild bird, flying up above, yeah yeah
Tell me which way did fly our love
On the cobbled streets of Boston
We were raised in tenement row
And we had such a hard time childhood
No one else, no one, will ever know
Now she is married
She had my kid
She moved out of town
But me, I still ride the night time
And no chick gonna turn me down
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