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.