Triple bypass
Knocked on his ass
The doctor told him not to smoke
But late at night
He dims the light
Puffing through the tube jammed on his throat

giving gravity a hand
Feels all right, feels all right
Giving gravity a hand
Cutting life short by making it grand
Giving gravity a hand
Feels all right, feels all right
Giving gravity a hand
One step closer to the promise land, yeah

scars from road rash
Gifts from each crash
Memory of road grinding my bone
I die inside
If I can't ride carving through the canyons flying home