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

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

 Chorus:
 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 the eye can see

 Stories told
 Two old friends
 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

 Chorus

 Ride the wind
 I'm still the bravest soul in sin,
 Burning till the night is done.

 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