Words and music by Christopher Cross



It is the night

My body's weak

I'm on the run

No time to sleep

I've got to ride

Ride like the wind

To be free again



And I've got such a long way to go

To make it to the border of Mexico

So I'll ride like the wind

Ride like the wind



I was born the son of a lawless man

Always spoke my mind with a gun in my hand

Lived nine lives

Gunned down ten

Gonna ride like the wind



Accused and tried and told to hang

I was nowhere in sight when the chuchbells rang

Never was the kind to do as I was told

Gonna ride like the wind before I get old