Lyrics Seaforth Mackenzie - Stu Larsen
Seaforth
Mackenzie
rode
his
bike
into
the
night,
He
found
himself
a
man
among
the
trees,
Trading
the
warmth
of
day
to
search
for
something
more,
Under
the
moon
beneath
the
leaves.
And
are
we
moving
anywhere
at
all?
Craddled
by
the
comfort
of
the
cold
floor,
The
open
road
that
stretches
by
the
wayside
fire.
Wayfaring
strangers
gave
the
saftey
of
a
bed,
To
find
their
rest
upon
the
breeze.
They
put
their
trust
in
he
who
opened
up
the
door,
Found
hope
wherever
they
may
be.
Are
we
moving
anywhere
at
all?
Craddled
by
the
comfort
in
the
cold
floor.
And
the
open
rode,
it
streches
by
the
wayside
fire.
Oh
oh
ohh
ohhh
Eh
eh
ehhhh
Oh
oh
ohhh
Heyyyyyy,
heyyyyyy,
heyyyyy
x4
Seaforth
Mackenzie
rode
his
bike
into
the
night,
He
found
himself
a
man
among
the
trees.
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