Running with the night

Two-lane blacktop, headlights cutting through the pine Radio static singing ‘bout the end of the line Tank’s half empty, but my heart’s running full ‘Cause I heard ‘em again in the hills — that low, lonesome pull *Wolves* on the ridge line, watching me ride Moon in my mirrors, keeping time with my stride Mama said “girl, don’t you go chasing the wild” But the wild’s been chasing me since I was a child And I can’t stop now Hear ‘em singing... I’m *running with the night*, got *wolves* at my heels Gas pedal down, yeah, I can feel the real Thunder in my chest, freedom in these wheels Ain’t no fence gonna hold what the moon reveals So let ‘em howl, let ‘em howl I was born to run with the night *Wolves* and me, we’re the same kind Wild, wild, running with the night Neon signs blur like ghosts of the towns I’ve outgrown Every mile marker’s a bone I ain’t bringing home Daddy taught me to shoot, but never taught me to stay So I learned from the *wolves* how to melt away They don’t need a reason, they don’t need a map Just the scent of something bigger and the earth under their backs Pull over sometime, try to tame what you see You’ll get bitten by the very thing that sets you free And I won’t stop now ‘Cause they’re calling... I’m *running with the night*, got *wolves* at my heels Gas pedal down, yeah, I can feel the real Thunder in my chest, freedom in these wheels Ain’t no fence gonna hold what the moon reveals So let ‘em howl, let ‘em howl I was born to run with the night *Wolves* and me, we’re the same kind Wild, wild, running with the night You can keep your white fences, your nine-to-five I was baptized in the headlights, I came alive When the pack runs, the whole damn world gets quiet And I ain’t never heard a sound I liked better... I’m *running with the night*, got *wolves* at my side No more shadows now, I’m done with that ride Lightning in my veins, fire in my eyes Ain’t no cage gonna hold what the dark provides So let ‘em howl, let ‘em howl I was born to run with the night *Wolves* and me, final kind Wild, wild, running with the night Yeah, *running with the night* Wolves on the ridge... still running... still free...