well you never flew the colours   and I never saw you bend a knee   to any man   but you were never short of brothers   there was always someone   holding out a helping hand   well, I remember the summer   we were riding to a show   and our road went on forever   so we were riding nice and slow   and then I heard the band play   and the sun broke through the sky   it was a fine day for a funeral ya   but I never wanted you to die   no I never wanted you to die   we were waiting at the crossroads   when I saw you wiping out   some metal box just slipped down   right into the side of you   I was screaming   I was screaming   I was screaming   but nothing was coming out   they always said you were   a dark horse   because you rode the land alone   but you know I think the real reason was...   that you were always riding home   and your road goes on forever   the sun will always shine   one day we'll be together   when we cross the final line   when we cross (when we cross) the line   if I turn to you and call you friend   when all is said and all is done   will you meet me on the other side   seven million miles beyond the sun