First date, two bikes, I swore I knew the way.
Then keep up. We've got turns to make.
Crushed pine needles, red clay, summer heat,
Your citrus perfume drifting back to me.
One crooked sign, we took the wrong way down,
Then thunder rolled and rain came pouring out.
Rain traced your neck in the fading light,
Your soaked jersey clung, every curve held tight.
Wet hair brushed my cheek, warm citrus on your skin,
You leaned a little closer; I breathed you in.
Cold rain between us, your warmth a breath away,
The way you moved sent all my careful thoughts astray.
You caught me looking, didn't turn away,
Just held my eyes and let me lose my way.
Your shirt was soaked, your shoulders caught the light,
I took my time enjoying that particular sight.
You smiled like you'd caught me looking too,
Well, I can appreciate a view.
Wrong turn, right kind of trouble,
Our laughter rolling through that distant thunder.
We came out here for one hell of a view,
Now every good intention leads to you.
Mud on our wheels, taking that dirty ride,
Such innocent smiles, such dirty thoughts inside.
Your chain locked up; we knelt beside the wheel,
Your warm breath close enough for me to feel.
You held the light; I freed the stubborn link,
Your cheek beside mine made it hard to think.
A trail-side cabin, firewood by the door,
Two dripping bikes, dark footprints on the floor.
Wet cedar, woodsmoke, rain against the glass,
You wore my spare shirt while the storm rolled past.
Your shirt smells like you, I'll keep it for a while,
You can have it back if you can make me smile.
The blanket's wide, there's room here at my side,
You've spent all day pretending not to lose your stride.
You've been looking at my lips all night,
Come closer, let me get this right.
You brushed the grease beside my mouth away,
I caught your wrist and felt your fingers stay.
I met you halfway, let the last joke go,
Your kiss was softer than your smile had let me know.
If you're still cold, bring your hands to me,
We've spent enough time wasting all this heat.
Leave the map beside the door tonight,
There's nowhere else I'd rather be till light.
Wrong turn, right kind of trouble,
Our kiss outlasting every roll of thunder.
Mud on our wheels, taking that dirty ride,
Such innocent smiles, such dirty thoughts inside.
Our bikes got dirty on the ride,
Our minds got dirtier on the mountainside.
You like it dirty? Then enjoy the ride,
We've got more than muddy clothes to hide.
A dirty ride down the mountainside,
Your hands found places where the cold could hide.
Two muddy bikes, one dirty ride,
You read my mind, I had nothing to hide.
Wrong turn, right kind of trouble,
Our kiss outlasting every roll of thunder.
Mud on our wheels, taking that dirty ride,
Such innocent smiles, such dirty thoughts inside.
Our bikes got dirty on the ride,
Our minds got dirtier on the mountainside.
You like it dirty? Then enjoy the ride,
We've got more than muddy clothes to hide.
A dirty ride down the mountainside,
Your hands found places where the cold could hide.
Two muddy bikes, one dirty ride,
You read my mind, I had nothing to hide.
