The hitchhiker’s sign pleaded “No Ride Denied”
Testing him for his destination, the vagrant replied,
“I’m prying the heads off the nails in the coffins of the living dead,
Where I end up is my end all” then he said,

I’m going your way, will you go my way?

After silence for miles he said “Right here is fine.”
As he closed the door he mumbled, “You can keep the sign.”
Driving in darkness I pondered the fate of this sick-minded stray…
And how many tires had squealed as the drivers heard him say,

I’m going your way, will you go my way?

Now that the torch
Has been passed
Through hands of time

I am the FREERIDER
In your headlights
The one with the sign.

Am I the vagrant or am I the head case that you kept at bay
Will you retreat like the feeble when you hear me say?

I’m going your way, will you go my way?