The wind lashed at me tearing the head of my shoulders
Shaking it like a Terrier dog with a rat, rattling my very brain.
Shrouded by angry black clouds, engulfing me in rain, rain, rain
Carry on; carry on Derrick, but to carry on was just insane.
Rain hit me like hailstones awash was my visor
Blinded and blurred I could not see.
Wind cut into my soul chilled me to the bone, rain stung like a thousand bees
My dream was supposed to be sunshine, carry on, carry on said me.
Bike he was a Trojan big, strong and powerful in every way
Nothing was going to stop him as I clung upon his back on this black day
My journey was fraught with danger, no road just like a river a flood
Keep going, keep going get there I must and get there I would
Further into Scotland for the Brave Heart I wanted to see
But unlike William Wallace I let the wind and wet cold weather conquer me
Defeated and dejected I turned tail; bike roared his disapproval and homeward sped
A broken dream, I only let down by me and that's what I can't get out of my head.
