Riding the night rain

Listening to the hiss

Seeing blurry lights going

Every which way but mine

I can see in the mirrors

The wet spray of where I have been

Thinking of who I left behind once again

You can’t go where I go

You can’t see what I see

So there is part of me

You’ll never have

Part of me

You will never understand

Cause riding the night rain

Can never be for all

For the road of those that travel

Has a call of it’s own

It’s littered with the souls

Of many broken men

One of them might be me

The part of me that rides the night rain

You will never understand