Motorcycle Maintenance Lyrics by Fred Rand

Photosynthesis around with capillary force
You can watch your garden grow but not to know
You can seek for any answer though you've got to know your weaver
With a blessing from the dean welcoming to the machine
Putting crosses on the table of your own

Bolts and nuts and torque strain measured radial movement
There's a right way how to dial its harmony
You resort to guess the answer to the tune of withered clovers
Trusting only what you know, knowing only what is shown
Showing only crosses already your own

Now you've got a world on your own
No spare thought of how to retain your supper
It's easier to claim your role
In the pond in which you're handed the bowl
No strive for to know, but for an open mind
A little motorcycle maintenance will do


Don't know if you've met me though I know you think you have
See the avatar of high-brow harmony
All in all you feel as always but no thanks to public doorways
In your ancient boarding school where they taught you how to rule
And the minders of their own were never cool

I don't claim to know the answer, though I know there is one
Lest we'd never even have this conversation
There's no force redistribution nor thermodynamic quotient
Where your reason wouldn't start rambling 'round your bleeding heart
Seeking only crosses where the truth ain't too hard

Now you've got a world on your own
No spare thought of how to retain your supper
It's easier to claim your role
In the pond in which you're handed the bowl
No strive for to know, but for an open mind
A little motorcycle maintenance won't hurt

[Thanks to dotoar for adding these lyrics]