My favorite bike, doesn't have a name

I'm just riding; not running away

Heat from the engine, digging in my thigh

Into the dark, with my father at my side

My mirror is broken, don't wanna look back

Just fell off, didn't even crack

Pacific Coast Highway, light on high

Into the dark, with my father at my side

Into the dark, with my father at my side

Left hand on the clutch and foot kicks up

Dirt on my right hand, gears grind and pop

Ain't running from nothing, nothing on my mind

Into the dark, with my father at my side

Into the black, with my father at my side