{Verse 1] He wanted to run far away, from the grips of his dad From the man who squashed, any dreams that he had Pedal away fast, make that bike fly Little boy of Lyon, to take to the sky Escape! But not to fill his passport To open his eyes; see the world and explore Dharma Bums, ‘On The Road,’ sleeping in cars Trading 5 star hotels, for a blanket...Learn More