Friday, February 06, 2009

Chris Cross

Nothing like a little ditty when you are on hold. Suddenly I am back in 8th grade.

It is the night
my body's weak
I'm on the run
no time to speak.
I've got to ride.
Ride like the wind
to be free again.
And I got such a
long way to go.
To make it to the
border of Mexico.
So I'll ride like the wind.

4 comments:

Kelli said...

Love that song.

Carla said...

Me too!! We are old.

Kelli said...

We were just a couple of the really fortunate few that got to enjoy an era of wonderful music.

kristi noser said...

I hear that song and I am immediately transported to 1979, cruisin' the Main in my '72 Ford Maverick. Good Times.