The Motorbike Song

A few months after you died
I loaned a motorbike and I headed west
I caught up with your daughters
But they've got kids
And they were distracted I guess
And I guess going through
Pretty much what I was going trough too

I've got some friends on the coast
Said I'd be there in three days, maybe four at the most
It took me more than a week yeah
I got water in the motor trying to cross a flooded creek
And they'd left the day before
Note in the letter box and a key to the front door

But I find I miss you more
Not less, as the years they progress. 
Yeah I miss you more and more, not less
As the years they progress
Oh Elizabeth

The road was so damn hot
It looked like oil was coming up through the asphalt top
I was worried the bike would slip yeah
But the bloke at the servo said "nah ya just get more grip" 
And so I gunned it, I leaned it over
I leaned it so low the pegs hit the rumble strip

But I find I miss you more
Not less, as the years they progress. 
Yeah I miss you more and more, not less
As the years they progress
Oh Elizabeth