

Pouring our souls out like cheap red wine
There's a storm brewing up in the western sky
We gotta ride, baby,
we gotta ride
Out on the highway where the cold wind blows
We're heading down where nobody goes Yeah,
we gotta ride, baby (yeah-yeah)
Dust on the windshield and fire in the tank
Left our last dollar at the riverbank
No turning back now,
no time to cry
Out on the highway where the cold wind blows
We're heading down where nobody goes Yeah,
we gotta ride, baby (ohhh-yeah)
We gotta ride... (oh-whoa) Ride into the lightning