Taking Riffleford on my way to school
On the backroads where the air is soft and cool
I look out my window caressed by autumn leaves
And cornfields 'neath the overgrown trees
Taking Riffleford behind the wheel for the first time
Paralyzed with fear on the bumpy road and inclines
Long and winding, I progress 'bout 40 miles an hour
On the road I'll still drive years from now
Taking Riffleford, the country road behind my home
My escape, I roam
Taking Riffleford, I see where the rich reside
Two garages each and big backyards on the hillside
On the other side, the homes look like a little dream
Their little country porches line the street
Taking Riffleford, the country road behind my home
My escape, I roam
Learned to drive here
I survived here
Watched the bikes here
We all ride here
On Riffleford, here
On Riffleford, here
On Riffleford, here