I sing from a wide open heart, trying to let the “real me” leak out from my chest like gasoline from a wrecked rusty tank. But who is that real me?
Some say it’s a long road to find out who you are, I say that long road of theirs is endless. We’ll never stop seeking, never stop driving, and as fast as we can ride, we’ll never get there. What matters is to keep rolling. Keep rolling. Never stop.
I’m Ryder The Eagle, and I don’t know who I am. But I’ll keep singing. I’ll keep singing. I’ll never stop.