Riding toward the storm
Clouds boiling up ahead
You tried to warn me
But i'm riding toward the storm.

Sick and tired of clocking in
feeling bound by paper chains
I need to get out this place
Old Story, but i need my space

Riding toward the storm
Clouds boiling up ahead
You tried to warn me
But i'm riding toward the storm.

Easy riding on the highway
sunset glow in my mirrors today
Going nowhere but far away

I travelled away for uncle sam
An to find out who i am
Got used up, strung out
Mind all mixed about

Now I'm Riding toward the storm
Clouds boiling up ahead
You tried to warn me
But i'm riding toward the storm.

I tried to make it work this time
picket fence and a steady job
I was working 9 to 5
But i need the fight,
I need to feel alive

Riding toward the storm
Clouds boiling up ahead
You tried to warn me
But i'm riding toward the storm.