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.