Riders in the Night - Live From London, Freur

The road, it calls to me

I journey through the night

And in my head

The blessed darkness is my lonely call

The rain, it falls on me

It dances on the clouds

And in my head

I watch another sleeping city pass

Riders in the night

There is no rest, no journey’s end in sight

The road goes round the world

There is no pain

There is no grief

There is no hope

It’s in my head

The blessed darkness in the dreams come

Riders in the night

There is no rest, no journey’s end in sight

Riders in the night

There is no rest, no journey’s end in sight