Smoke from a downshift blows across the grain. And the blackbirds are flyin' across the golden plain. I'm goin' back to where it was I came. I got to find ol' Joe before he loses it all.
I'm on the run again. I'm on the run again. Runnin' from the pleasure. Runnin' from the pain. Runnin' from the voices. Who're callin' my name. And I'm feelin' like the wild, wild wind.