Jeff Gangwer - Advancing the Wheel Lines lyrics

Before I was ten, my grandpa would place me On the back of his red Honda motorcycle— Or on the “sickle,” as he called it— And then he'd tell me to “Hang on” He'd stomp on the kick start And the sickle would ratchet to life Together, we'd ride out at dusk into The green, summer-fed alfalfa fields I'd watch him at work while he Advanced the wheeled irrigation lines He'd work the hoses and the valves And water would shoot into his face He'd hop back onto the sickle And we'd tear off into another field As always, the sun would disappear, But he'd ride into the blackness without fear The white light beam from the headlamp would reveal Just enough so I knew that our path wasn't impossible We'd fly faster than anything that I could imagine And the cold air would whip through my long blonde hair And I'd keep my little arms wrapped around my grandpa's ma**ive belly