Gravel Hawk

and the world is a beautiful place
away from front page looneys, blown up whatevers, hailing of sacred egos
because you know, through your veins you do know
that there is this track, this path you make with the roar
on the road, for you, and for him, and for those that pursue
the call of the hawk, the current that follow , the breeze that dance
there you are, the gravel hawk, the easy rider, the motorcycle girl

and the world is a beautiful place
away from capturing the moment by empty eyed happygodollar charlatans
because you know, through your veins you do know
that the road north and far bridges distance with acquiescence
in the nick of time you push, push, there is always a dawn
the song of the falcon, the trees passes by, the waves salutes
there you are, the gravel falcon, the easy rider, the motorcycle girl

and the world is a beautiful place
away from posessed lullabys, ridicilous sofa dolls and dancing swirling avatars
because you know, through your veins you do know
to go where the wind soothes and there is no end
when spring sings to leaves rustles you are on the effervescent ride
the cry of the eagle, the caressing sun, the rain makes you laugh
there you are, the gravel eagle, the easy rider, the motorcycle girl

and the world is a beautiful place
and the world IS a beautiful place
because you know, through your veins you do know
that there is this track, this path you make with the roar
on the road, for you, and for him, and for those that pursue
the call of the hawk, the joy that follow, the lust that dance
there you are, the gravel hawk, the easy rider, the motorcycle girl

/Boris Zetterlund