I love to feel the rumble

 

That growls inside of me

 

I love to feel the open wind

 

Against my face

 

 

I'm ready for the Thunder

 

I'm ready for the Road

 

I'mTrying to outrun myself now

 

 

I'm coming home

 

I'm coming home

 

 

I'm not a hero

 

& I'm not your friend

 

One rock can send spiraling

 

To no man's land

 

 

Scream to the road beneath me

 

Slice through the air

 

Free 'till borderline ...hell-bent

 

I followed the white line

 

Unto my grave

 

 

Fading memories

 

Of sailing red

 

Not knowing well the sentinel

 

Can't light my way

 

 

I'm ready for the thunder now

 

I'm ready for the road

 

 

I'm going I'm going I'm going 

 

stay out of My way

 

I'm going I'm going I'm going 

 

 I'm on My way