A teenage kid so far from home
She was a lonely widow woman
Hell bent to make it on her own
We were a thousand miles from nowhere
Wheat fields as far as I could see
Both needing something from each other
Not knowing yet what that might be
'Til she came to me one evening
Hot cup of coffee and a smile
In a dress that I was certain
She hadn't worn in quite a while
There was a difference in her laughter
There was a softness in her eyes
And on the air there was a hunger
Even a boy could recognize.
She had a need to feel the thunder
To chase the lightning from the sky
To watch a storm with all it's wonder
Raging in her lover's eyes
She had to ride the heat of passion
Like a comet burning bright
Rushing headlong in the wind
Out where only dreams have been
Burning both ends of the night.
That summer wind was all around me
Nothing between us but the night
When I told her that I'd never
She softly whispered "That's alright"
And then I watched her hands of leather
Turn to velvet in a touch
There's never been another summer
When I have ever loved as much.
She had a need to feel the thunder
To chase the lightning from the sky
To watch a storm with all it's wonder
Raging in her lover's eyes
She had to ride the heat of passion
Like a comet burning bright
Rushing headlong in the wind
Out where only dreams have been
Burning both ends of the night.
I often think about that summer
The sweat, the moonlight and the lace
And I have rarely held another
When I haven't seen her face
And every time I pass a wheat field
And watch it dancing with the wind
Although I know it isn't real
I help but feel
Her hungry arms again.
She had a need to feel the thunder
To chase the lightning from the sky
To watch a storm with all it's wonder
Raging in her lover's eyes
She had to ride the heat of passion
Like a comet burning bright
Rushing headlong in the wind
Out where only dreams have been
Burning both ends of the night
Rushing in long in the wind
Out where only dreams have been
Burnin' both ends of the night.
I went to work for her that summer A teenage kid so far from home She was a lonely widow woman Hell bent to make it on her own We were a thousand miles from nowhere Wheat fields as far as I could see Both needing something from each other Not knowing yet what that might be 'Til she came to me one evening Hot cup of coffee and a smile In a dress that I was certain She hadn't worn in quite a while There was a difference in her laughter There was a softness in her eyes And on the air there was a hunger Even a boy could recognize. She had a need to feel the thunder To chase the lightning from the sky To watch a storm with all it's wonder Raging in her lover's eyes She had to ride the heat of passion Like a comet burning bright Rushing headlong in the wind Out where only dreams have been Burning both ends of the night. That summer wind was all around me Nothing between us but the night When I told her that I'd never She softly whispered "That's alright" And then I watched her hands of leather Turn to velvet in a touch There's never been another summer When I have ever loved as much. She had a need to feel the thunder To chase the lightning from the sky To watch a storm with all it's wonder Raging in her lover's eyes She had to ride the heat of passion Like a comet burning bright Rushing headlong in the wind Out where only dreams have been Burning both ends of the night. I often think about that summer The sweat, the moonlight and the lace And I have rarely held another When I haven't seen her face And every time I pass a wheat field And watch it dancing with the wind Although I know it isn't real I help but feel Her hungry arms again. She had a need to feel the thunder To chase the lightning from the sky To watch a storm with all it's wonder Raging in her lover's eyes She had to ride the heat of passion Like a comet burning bright Rushing headlong in the wind Out where only dreams have been Burning both ends of the night Rushing in long in the wind Out where only dreams have been Burnin' both ends of the night. Explain Request ×
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