His Name


Cold Night, out alone
Head down, on her way from home
Street light, waiting there
On his bike, a Norton bathed in Chrome
 
Every evening they meet by that light
Walking in the park on Sundays
Secret rendevous out on his bike
Still she never really knew his name
 
Cold Night, he's not there
Street light, standing tall and bare
Whisper, in her ear
Don't look back, I'll always be here
 
Suddenly a newspaper blows by
Boy killed on a Triumph Norton
Seemed there was a street light caught his eye
It said they didn't really know his name 
 
She thought she heard his whisper in the dark
Standing by that lonely streetlight
Thought she saw his shadow in the park
Still she never really knew his name