Seth Anderson

Lyrics

Motorcycle 

Flying on your motorcycle 
Feeling like we were sixteen
Twenty-four days ‘till September
I know they’ll be expecting me

Back at school but I’ve been thinking 
I’d like to carry on down South
Stop and trim some plants for money
Get lost in L.A. for a while

Cause I’ve got time, and school can wait
Not sure about it anyway 
It all just seems so ordinary
We only need enough to pay
For food and gas and booze and weed
We’ll get back home eventually 
I got a lot going for me
All of the things I let you see

Always call for Mom on Sundays
Dad would listen from the couch
The sprinklers in the yard been working
To get the flowers through the drought

Dad’s watching his daily programs 
Retirement has been a dream
Hits the pool for laps on weekdays
It gets him out the house at least

It’s cool that he has let me go
His little way to let me know
That I am gonna make it alright 
The first time I’ve been on my own

And every Sunday I still call 
Tell them all the things I saw
All the things we never thought
I miss ‘em but I’m glad I’d gone

Cause I’ve got time and school can wait
Not sure about it anyway
It all just seems so ordinary 
We only need enough to pay
For food and gas and booze and weed
We’ll get back home eventually
I’ve got a lot going for me 
All of the things I let you see

Mom’s been waiting for my phone call
I know that it has been three weeks
It doesn’t mean that I don’t love you
It doesn’t mean that I don’t love you
It doesn’t mean that I don’t love you
It doesn’t mean that I don’t love you
It doesn’t mean that I don’t love you
It doesn’t mean anything at all