On the way to Springfield,
to see a Harvest Fair,
On my motorcycle,
Wind blowing through our hair.

Together like a spoon,
Silk arms around my waist,
Gliding on the wind,
that stings my hands and face.

It's early in the morning,
The sun's about to rise,
Mockingbirds are singing,
Winging in the sky.

A flock of geese above us,
form a perfect V on high,
and HONK like morning traffic,
as they SADLY cry
Good Bye.

We're in the mood for Love,
lust and trust and sex,
This old dinosaur's as hungry.
as a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Come with me in the meadow,
Rest your head upon my chest,
No one does it better,
You've always done it best.

On the way to Springfield,
to see a Harvest Fair,
Love's burning in my soul,
in the chilly, autumn air.