Beyond the pines

And there the motorcycling daredevil shot a root
Into the ground, into a woman, into a small town
Attempting to love to care
safety and security clothes he couldn't wear

As adrenaline once again took it's toll
coursing through his veins with the fifty grand he stole
His new son was his reasoning
Even with nothing he'd bluff but never fold

So down he fell from his bike
and down he fell from the cop's bullet
He should have continued to live in the circus
'cause beyond the pines he wouldn't

His girl and her security took care of the baby
While the cop became a hero
Their sons ate fate it was tasty
and came close to starting back from zero