Well, I met him in Minnesota He was dark and overcast With long, grey hair and eyes that stared Through me like I was glass I asked: Where are you going to? He said: I'm the wind I'm just blowing through He lit up a cigarette and began to talk Said The doctors told me that my body won't hold me My lungs are turning black Been Lucky Strikes’ fool since I was at school now there ain't no turning Back They can't tell me how long I've got Maybe months but maybe not So I'm taking this bike and riding to New York 'Cause I wanna see my grand-daughter one last time Wanna hold her close and feel her tiny Heart beat next to mine Wanna see my son and the man he's become Tell him I'm sorry for the things I've done And I'd do it if I had to walk Oh, I'm taking this bike and riding to New York Through the forests of Wisconsin That I knew as a boy Past the sky line of Chicago Round the lakes of Illinois I lay my head in a motel bed where my back gets sore and my eyes turn red Listen to the trucks roll past my door Through the fields of Ohio as the sunshine paints them gold I run just like a river runs, rapid, quick and cold And fly through Pennsylvania and the Jersey turn piked holes And I won't stop 'till I get to New York 'Cause I wanna see my grand-son one last time I wanna see his eyes sparkling ans stare back into mine Now my time is short I wanna see my daughter Tell her all the things that I should have taught her And I'd do it if I had to walk Oh, I'm taking this bike and riding to New York And I'd go up to the churchyard one last time Lay flowers down for the woman who gave me the best years of my life And I'd do it if I had to walk Yeah, I'd do it if I had to walk I'm taking this bike and riding to New York