Hearts of fire   Streets of stone   Modern warriors   Saddle iron horses of chrome      Taste the wild, lick the wind   Like something they never saw before   Their jaws dropping to the floor   Steel made of soul and sin      And rebels born without a care   And the day he listens   Only to fly where eagles dare   And the night she whispers      Ride the wind   Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun   Ride the wind   Never coming back again   Ride the wind   Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun      Painted flesh   Loyalty   Humble pride   Just as far as an eye could see      Stories told   Two old friends, yeah   Of battle scars and lonely bars   And nights the rain wouldn't end      Here's to withered eyes wearing gypsy smiles   And the day he listens   Here's to lovely ladies and a million miles   And the night she whispers      Ride the wind   Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun   Ride the wind   Never coming back again   Ride the wind   I'm still the bravest soul in sin, burning till the night is done      Of all the truths and lies   And stories of riders in the sky   Only the bravest try   Where eagles and angels dare to fly      Ride the wind   Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun   Ride the wind   Never coming back again   Ride the wind   Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun      Ride the wind   Never coming back again   Ride the wind   Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun   Ride the wind   Never coming back again   Ride the wind   Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun