We could be young we could be riding till dawn
Drinking all day in the burning hot sun
Art imitates us but you’ll never see what we are
We follow the rules of our own which are none
Yellow stone trails on our motorbikes
Live wild
Yellow stone lives on our hands
Live wild
We could be young we could be riding till dawn
Swaying with my cigarette in the LA sun
Find the golden sign, riding till we die, finding God
In the lights above in the stars of our minds; sewing up
Yellow stone trails always in our minds
Free at last
Yellow stone lives on our hands
Let’s make them last