Me is pure Americana, wearing Brando's disguise Lights up a lucky as lie kicks into gear Keeps the faith so a legend won't die Though his beard is getting longer and his hair turns to gray He lost the flower child for she had to grow He just stayed the same Chorus He's a rider, looking for a runaway If he finds her, will they have a word to say From his castle to the Canyon Just a step out of time Rides the highway on a stallion of steel Hypnotized by a broken white line With a faded old bandanna Pulls the hair from his eyes He's still in mono in a stereo world, he sees in black and white Chorus He's a rider, looking for a runaway If he finds her, will they have a word to say On hold in amber light Never changing Wrapped in weatherbeaten leather Combs a greasy DT He feeds the jukebox one more fistful of dimes For one more memory Chorus out