Ridin' the storm out, waitin' for the thaw out On a full moon night in the Rocky Mountain winter. My wine bottle's low, watching for the snow Thinkin' about what I've been missin' in the city.
And I'm not missin' a thing Watchin' the full moon crossing the range Ridin' the storm out Ridin' the storm out.
My lady's beside me, she's there to guide me. She says that alone we've finally found home. The wind outside is frightening, but it's kinder than the lightning life in the city. It's a hard life to live but it gives back what you give.