Hearts of fire
Streets of stone
Modern warriors
Saddle iron horses of chrome

Taste the wild, lick the wind
Like something they never saw before
Their jaws dropping to the floor
Steel made of soul and sin

And rebels born without a care
And the day he listens
Only to fly where eagles dare
And the night she whispers

Ride the wind
Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun
Ride the wind
Never coming back again
Ride the wind
Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun

Painted flesh
Loyalty
Humble pride
Just as far as an eye could see

Stories told
Two old friends, yeah
Of battle scars and lonely bars
And nights the rain wouldn't end

Here's to withered eyes wearing gypsy smiles
And the day he listens
Here's to lovely ladies and a million miles
And the night she whispers

Ride the wind
Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun
Ride the wind
Never coming back again
Ride the wind
I'm still the bravest soul in sin, burning till the night is done

Of all the truths and lies
And stories of riders in the sky
Only the bravest try
Where eagles and angels dare to fly

Ride the wind
Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun
Ride the wind
Never coming back again
Ride the wind
Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun

Ride the wind
Never coming back again
Ride the wind
Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun
Ride the wind
Never coming back again
Ride the wind
Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun