Текст песни Million Mile Man - The Professor

From coast to coast he′s seen it all
Avoiding states with helmet laws
With eyes that pierced and knew the void
All have envied the Liminoid

Through blizzard cold, 20 below
His beard bombarded by the snow
Had frozen stiff and broken free
His only trim since '73

Insubordinate when he was discharged
From Vietnam, whole bodied yet scarred

Only the few had known his name
Was always humble though he died in fame
The postmodern Man doesn′t need a home
But the saddlebag and a stretch of road

He made his living on odd jobs
With his thousands of friends
Celebrity of biker spots
His road would have no end

Eight wrecks in a million miles
And he never held the blame
A man who lived far off the grid
His bike had earned his name

Miles Squire as he was called
Million Miles, as known to all

His brain had caught him though he rode fast
In Arizona he breathed his last

Only the few had known his name
Was always humble though he died in fame
The postmodern Man doesn't need a home
But the saddlebag and a stretch of road