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))