| Tank is full, switch is on |
| Night is warm, cops are gone |
| Rocket bike is all her own |
| It’s called a hurricane |
| She told me once it’s quite a ride |
| It’s shaped so there’s this place inside |
| Where if you’re moving you can hide |
| Safe within the rain |
| She wants to run away |
| But there’s nowhere that she can go |
| Nowhere the pain won’t come again |
| But she can hide |
| Hide in the pouring rain |
| She rides the eye of the hurricane |
| Tell the truth, explain to me |
| How you got this need for speed |
| She laughed and said |
| It might just be the next best thing to love |
| Hope is gone and she confessed |
| When you lay your dream to rest |
| You can get what’s second best |
| But it’s hard to get enough |
| She wants to run away |
| But there’s nowhere that she can go |
| Nowhere the pain won’t come again |
| But she can hide |
| Hide in the pouring rain |
| She rides the eye of the hurricane |
| We saw her ride so fast last night |
| Racing by a flash of light |
| Riding quick, the street was dark |
| A shining truck she thought was parked |
| It blocked her path, stopped her heart |
| But not the hurricane |
| She saw her chance to slip the trap |
| There was just the room to pass in back |
| But then it moved, closed the gap |
| She never felt the pain |
| She wants to run away |
| But there’s nowhere that she can go |
| Nowhere the pain won’t come again |
| But she can hide |
| Hide in the pouring rain |
| She rides the eye of the hurricane |
| She rides the eye of a hurricane |