Riding The Storm Out

Riding the storm out waiting for the fallout
On a full moon night in the Rocky Mountain winter
Wine bottle’s low, watching for the snow
I’ve been thinking about what I’ve been missing in the city
And I’m not missing a thing
Watching the full moon crossing the range
Riding the storm out, riding the storm out
Riding the storm out, riding the storm out
Lady beside me, she’s there to guide me
She says that alone we’ve finally found home
The wind outside is frightening
But it’s kinder that the lightning life of the city
It’s a hard life to live but it gives back what you give
And I’m not missing a thing
Watching the full moon crossing the range
Riding the storm out, riding the storm out
Riding the storm out, riding the storm out
And I’m not missing a thing
Watching the full moon crossing the range
Riding the storm out, riding the storm out
Riding the storm out, riding the storm out
Riding, riding, riding the storm out