Hearts of fire, ohh streets of stone.
Modern warriors saddle iron horses of chrome.
Taste the wild, lick the wind
Like somethin they never saw before, their jaws droppin to the floor
Steel made of soul and sin.
Rebels born without a care..
(And the day he listens.)
Only to fly where eagles dare.
(And at night she whispers)
((Chorus))
Ride the wind,
Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun.
(Ride the wind, never comin back again!)
Ride the wind, Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun.
(Ride the wind, never comin back again!)
Painted flesh, loyalty.
Humble pride, just as far as the eye can see.
Stories told two old friends.
Of battle scars and lonley bars
And nights the rain wouldn't end.
Here's to withered eyes wearing gypsy smiles
(on the day he listened!)
Here's to lovely ladies and million miles.
(And at night she whispers!)
Ride the wind, never comin back until I touch the midnight sun
(Ride the wind, never comin back again!)
Ride the wind, I'm still the bravest soul of sin
Burnin till the night is done.
((guitar solo))
Of all the truths and lies,
And stories of riders in the sky.
They say only the bravest try,
Where eagles and angels dare to fly.
((chorus 2x, end w/guitar flourish))
