infinite

i hear, 

   you're gonna wanna hold on tight
your hair in the breeze
on the back of that motorcycle
that brisk September evening

your hair in the breeze,
the white flag in my soul,
that brisk september evening, 
surrendered to the storm in your eyes

the white flag in my heart?
babe, i didn't stand a chance;
surrendered to the storm in your eyes
as your lips graze mine

babe, i didn't stand a chance

on the back of that motorcycle
as your lips graze mine
i hear, 

   you're gonna wanna hold on tight

j.j