(Patrick Simmons Charlie Midnight)

As the wind blows down the canyon

And the rain falls on the river

I can hear her song of wishes

I can feel her body shiver

Her boots are made of feathers

Flying as she runs

Across this painted desert

With a suitcase full of guns

Wild, wild ride

And the world goes round and round

Wild, wild ride

You go crazy from the sound



Near the old abandoned drive in

There's a brand new Motel 6

It's hard to make a livin'

But you work to get your kicks

You don't know how you got here

But it comes as no surprise

When the rust gets in your engine

And the dust gets in your eyes



Wild, wild ride

And the world goes round and round

Wild, wild ride

You go crazy from the sound



From Mobile to Milwaukee

Seattle St. Joe

From Memphis to Miami

To the streets of Tokyo

Take a trip among the livin'

Make a circle in the sky

It's a good day for believin'

That we're never gonna die