I remember my old roller skates, that was a long time ago, I think I got them in 1963
All the kids were riding down the forbidden graveyard road, the one who got told off was mostly me
Our knees were bloody but our hearts were brave, after school we were riding on till dawn
I'm dreaming of my old roller skates, oh they're gone, gone, gone, again I got that feeling on my mind
Oh how I wish I could ride them one more time
I remember my old motorbike, oh it's many years ago, I bought it second hand in 73
Already on my first ride I was tumbling on the road, I was trembling with fear but feeling free
First of all I was drilling through the exhaust box, so I could go 70 miles or more
I'm dreaming of my old motorbike, oh they're gone, gone, gone, again I got that feeling on my mind
I'm dreaming of my old motorbike, oh it's gone, gone, gone, again I got that feeling on my mind
Oh how I wish I could ride it one more time
It's not the distance, not the destination, but it's a ride
And I never will forget my first Volkswagen bus, when I bought it it was almost a wreck
But nevertheless it brought me to the Atlantic coast
No seatbelts for big speakers
In the back
It was rolling on and on
Till the end of the 70s
Till we landed
Bullies tore us apart
I'm dreaming of my Volkswagen bus
So it's gone, gone, gone, again I got that feeling on my mind
Oh how I wish
I could ride it one more time
But most of all I remember our American RV
We bought it in L.A. some years ago
It brought her through the desert, over the mountains to the sea
Through the blazing heat and the ice-cold snow
After six months we were sold it in old Tucson town
There were tears in the eyes of you and me
Over and over I'm dreaming of our American RV
And again I got that feeling on my mind
Oh how I wish
I could ride it one more time
guitar solo
guitar solo
guitar solo
guitar solo

It's not the distance
or the destination
But it's the ride
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guitar solo
guitar solo
guitar solo
guitar solo


It's not the distance
Nor the destination
But it's alright