It's for the flying in my dreams at night,
It's for the shapes of the clouds in the sky,
It's for my people doin'it right,
It's for the sample riding time.

Vintage keyboards and dusty roads,
End of the sixties abroad.
I know it's far long time up to now,
But all those things made a blow in my mind.
Concept albums, weird orchestrations,
all kind of stuffs you'll put in your own collection;
From the museum of sounds,and all the golden men around.

Right on , Ride On , I'm jamming on it again
Right on , Ride On , I'm jamming on it again

It's for the guy who just made a song,
and dissapeared, was it right or wrong ?
Giving the search for a whole generation,
That dust attract more,that dust attract more than a big reaction.

Back i'm back ,i'm back into the days,
The good,the good, the good old days.
Back i'm back ,i'm back into the days,
The good,the good,the good old days.

Right on , Ride On , I'm jamming on it again
Right on , Ride On , I'm jamming on it again
Right on, right on.

Down there in the stacks of grooves,
Putting the needle on again and again.
I think i was taken for good,
To play this game and stop is vain.
The past and present might be my future.
Vanishing tapes or hit the holly filter,
Make your choice and bring me the Rolls voice.

Right on , Ride On , I'm jamming on it again
Right on , Ride On , I'm jamming on it again
Right on.

Why don't, Why don't we just do ?
Just do a simple symphony ?
Why don't, Why don't we just do ?
Just do a simple symphony ?
Why don't, Why don't we just do ?
Just do a simple symphony ?

Right on,jammin' on it, jammin' on it
Ride on, jammin' on it, jammin' on it, jammin' on it, jammin' on it