Wind at our back

I can't wait 'til the Summer,

for this cold to be gone,

for the leaves to be sprouting,

and those spring-morning runs!

When we pack our horse,

and polish its chrome,

dressed in leather and cool,

call the highway our own.

Imagine the fun

those roads heel to us

Our days in the sun,

with a tank full of gas.

When the winds kiss our cheeks,

in the mid-summer day,

when the rays of the sun,

will guide our way.

 Can you promise me, babe,

that this winter so hard,

is just step on the road,

where we're never apart!

All my love,

ICP