Ride the Wind (Live) [Swallow This Live]

Lyrics

[Intro: Bret Michaels] I gotta tell ya Right now, we got no place we need to be 'cept for right here Gettin' down to the business, some serious motherfuckin' rock 'n' rollin' right now This one's called, "Ride the Wind," get on I need your helpin' hands now, c'mon Woo! [Verse 1: Bret Michaels] Hearts of fire Ooh, streets of stone Modern warriors Saddle iron horses of chrome Taste the wild, oh Lick the wind, yeah Like something they never saw before Jaws dropping to the floor Steel made of soul and sin [Pre-Chorus: Bret Michaels, Bobby Dall & C.C. DeVille] Rebels born without a care And the day he listens Only to fly where eagles dare And the night she whispers [Chorus: Bret Michaels, Bobby Dall & C.C. DeVille] Ride the wind Never coming back 'til I touch the midnight sun Ride the wind, never coming back again Ride the wind Never coming back 'til I touch the midnight sun [Verse 2: Bret Michaels] Painted flesh Ooh, loyalty Humble pride Just as far as I can see Stories told Two old friends, yeah Of battle scars, lonely bars Nights the rain wouldn't end [Pre-Chorus: Bret Michaels, Bobby Dall & C.C. DeVille] Here's to weathered eyes, gypsy smiles And the day he listens Lovely ladies and a million miles And the night she whispers [Chorus: Bret Michaels, Bobby Dall & C.C. DeVille] Ride the wind Never coming back 'til I touch the midnight sun Ride the wind, never coming back again Ride the wind Never coming back 'til I touch the midnight sun [Post-Chorus] C.C., ride 'em! [Guitar Solo] [Bridge: Bret Michaels] All the truths and lies Stories of riders in the sky Only the bravest try Where eagles and angels dare to fly, c'mon [Chorus: Bret Michaels, Bobby Dall & C.C. DeVille] Ride the wind Never coming back 'til I touch the midnight sun Ride the wind, never coming back again Ride the wind Never coming back 'til I touch the midnight sun Ride the wind, never coming back again Ride the wind Never coming back 'til I touch the midnight sun Ride the wind, never coming back again Ride the wind Never coming back 'til I touch the midnight sun [Outro: Bret Michaels] You got me workin' on a sweat tonight, baby