Lyrics

He wakes up every morning at half past five
Drinks a cup of coffee, just to feel that he's alive
In the morning rush, he's fighting his way
The start of his working day

Arriving at the office, it's dark and small
The view from his window is a tall brick wall
Papers at the desk, in a big big pile
He cries a little while

He wants to be a free bird - with wind in the hair
Rippin' it up, like he don't care
Burning rubber with a mean machine
That is his sweet daydream
Mmmm ride along

In the afternoon he's heading home again
Eating leftovers heated in the microwave
Reading in the papers that the end is coming soon
That's his afternoon

His only entertainment is the TV-shows
He doesn't even like them he is watching in a doze
Stumbling to bed, tomorrow's work again
Its leaving him insane

He wants to be a free bird - with wind in the hair
Rippin' it up, like he don't care
Burning rubber with a mean machine
That is his sweet daydream
Mmmm ride along

But at Saturday nights he is living it out,
wearing leather jacket pouring beer down his throat,
He feels like a biker with grease in the hair.
as he watches TV from his rocking chair

He wants to be a free bird - with wind in the hair
Rippin' it up, like he don't care
Burning rubber with a mean machine
That is his sweet daydream
Mmmm ride along

Ride along
Ride along