Riding For The Feeling

It's never easy to say goodbye

To the faces

So rarely do we see another one

So close and so long



I asked the room if I'd said enough

No one really answered

They just said, "Don't go, don't go, don't go..."

Well all this leaving is never-ending



I kept hoping for one more question

Or for someone to say,

"Who do you think you are?"

So I could tell them



With intensity, the drop evaporates by law

In conclusion, leaving is easy

When you've got some place you need to be

I'm giving up this gig for another season



With the TV on mute

I'm listening back to the tapes

On the hotel bed

My my my apocalypse



I realized I had said very little about ways or wheels

Or riding for the feeling

Riding for the feeling

Is the fastest way to reach the shore



On water or land

Riding for the feeling

Riding for the feeling

Riding for the feeling...



What if I had stood there at the end

And said again and again and again and again and again

An answer to every question

Riding for the feeling

Riding for the feeling

Riding for the feeling...



Would that have been a suitable goodbye?