It Ain't

It ain't about words 
Talking don't make it so 
You can't borrow it 
Or simply pick it out of a brochure 
It can be in there, but that's not it

It ain't about rallies 
Where trailered "rides" 
Treck in and weekend badasses 
Fake camaraderie and throw up 
It can be there, but that's not it

It ain't about bitchin bout 
How it used to be 
And isn't now, talking 
Bout change only changes the wind 
And revolutions not a passive word

But it's there amid the quiet 
Rows where our fathers, grandfathers 
And others lie 
Testament to full paid debts 
And values which don't die

It's in the icy stare 
Of the quiet man who stands 
His ground 
And backs with his body 
The truth he has found

And if ya ride ya bike 
In the desert at night 
With your helmet off 
And just the moon for light 
You might find it, taste it, live it 
Cos it ain't about words 
It just is.