Ryder The Eagle en la Lata de Bombillas a Zaragoza

My ??name ?i?s?? Ryder?? The?? Eagle,?? and ?I ???don’t ??know? ?who ?I ???am. I’m ??a ??dirty ??crooner,? r?estless ??biker, ??and ??a ??dedicated ?l?over. I ??sing ?f?rom ??a ??wide ??open ??heart, ?t?rying ?t?o ?l?et ?t?he ?“?real ??me” ?l?eak ??out ?f?rom ??my??chest ?l?ike?? gasoline from ??a ??wrecked ?r?usty ?t?ank.?? But?? who ?i?s ?t?hat ?r?eal ??me? Some ??say ?i?t’s?? a ?l?ong ?r?oad ?t?o ?f?ind ??ou t??who ??you ??are, ?I??? say ?t?hat ?l?ong? r?oad ??of ?t?heirs ?i?s ??endless. We’ll ??never?? stop ??seeking,??never ??stop ??driving,?? and ??as ?f?ast?? as ??we?? can? r?ide,?? we’ll ??never ??get there. ??What ??matters ?i?s ?t?o ??keep ?r?olling.?? Keep ?r?olling.?? Never?? stop. I’m ??Ryder?? The ??Eagle,?? and? I???don’t?? know?? who ?I??? am.?? But? I?’ll?? keep??singing. ?I?’ll?? keep?? singing.? I?’ll never?? stop.