Her name was Penelope, she ran over me,
with her Vespa in Milan
But she came back to see, she leaned over me
with tea and toast and jam

And when she looked at me, I got all poetic,
when she smiled, I dissolved,

We wore flashlights, on our foreheads,
in the caves of Hercules
We rode motorcycles, thru the Andes;
it brought us to our knees

We would ride the world, in search of truth and glory,
not content to waste the day
We would ride the world, in search of truth and glory,
not content to dream our lives away dream our lives away

We had sporting gear, we were like hunters,
riding on horses and running with hounds
we could sit, with intellectuals,
raising our voices, and stomping around

We would ride the world, in search of truth and glory,
not content to waste the day
We would ride the world, in search of truth and glory,
not content to dream our lives away dream our lives away

Sometimes we were exposed, to things we didn’t know, this blew us away
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