Born to a bad time, 1969
Been all the places, seen all the faces
Many races with time
Caught in a landslide
Lost in a lie
Freedom's the score
She's searching for
Every time she gets high
She hears the night wind calling,
ride, ride, baby, baby, ride
Fly high, baby,
into the clear autumn night
Ride, ride, baby, baby, ride
Fly high, baby,
having the time of your life
It's
Indian summer, strawberry wine
Timon, that child, blessed with a smile
She only shows for a while
Drunk on laughter,
singing that song
Those were the days, warm with the haze
She never sings it for long
She hears the highway humming,
whispers of the coming rain, rain, baby, baby rain
Fly high, baby,
into the clear out of night.
Ride, ride, baby, baby, ride.
I fly high, baby, having the time of your life,
oh.
Outside the leaves are falling
She hears the night, we're calling
Ride, ride, baby
Baby, ride
Fly high, baby,
into the clear autumn night.
Ride, ride, baby, baby, ride.
Fly high, baby,
heaven the time of your life