Riding Next to me

Some days when I am riding,
There are times I think I see,
The man I fell in love with,
Riding next to me.

His bike's a big red Harley,
Just like it ought to be.
And the engine roars so loudly,
As he rides there next to me.

The journey becomes much shorter,
And the rain I do not see,
Because the man I fell in love with,
Is riding next to me.

We make a handsome couple,
And everyone can see,
This is the man I truly love,
Riding next to me.

As I glance to catch his smile,
I cannot fail to see,
I was really only dreaming,
He's not riding next to me.