A quiet Morning road, nobody makes a sound, minding my own business . . . oh yea
Out of nowhere, the screaming of a horn, you run me down . . . oh what a drag
Youâre the silent rider with your silent ways,
Youâre the silent rider with your silent ways
Powered by the moon, supported by the stars, you never eat or sleep, you just ride along.
The moisture on your face, it keeps you warm, you never die, you never get old
Youâre the silent rider with your silent ways,
Youâre the silent rider with your silent ways
A quiet Morning road, nobody makes a sound, minding my own business . . . oh yea
Out of nowhere, the screaming of a horn, you run me down . . . oh what a drag
Youâre the silent rider with your silent ways,
Youâre the silent rider with your silent ways