I'll ride down every train
Gallop with my hand on reign
Follow to the beat down town
Sloshing in the pouring rain
I feel
The socks in my shoes
Peeling of my soles
Defeated I suppose
Yeah, yeah
I ask the weatherman if he too
Feels the same way that I do
And he tells me the climates rough
We may not make it through
Make it through
Saddle up
The spurs on my boots
Miles I track away
I will outrun the rain
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Steel I meet from westward tracks
I look around no turning back
As grey clouds catching forward
They won't cut me no slack
No
So I
Sprint up
I lost my left shoe
Running mud is coming up
If we don't go end up stuck
Our luck
Sprint up
Nothing else I can do
And so if I end up stuck
I'll know well
I pushed
My luck
