Christopher Cross: Ride Like the Wind Meaning
Song Released: 1980
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Ride Like the Wind Lyrics
I'm on the run. No time to sleep.
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.
I was born the son of a...
anonymous Jul 10th, 7:58pm report
He was tried found guilty for killing ten men, and was sentenced the death penalty..
On the morning of his execution day, "The church bells rang", but he was nowhere to be seen..
He had been running all night before to Mexico, "to be free again"..
But He's got such a long way to go, such a long way to go.. To make it to the border of Mexico.. So he rides.. Rides like the wind..
Never did here if he made it, but I guess he's staying quiet and happy in Mexico..
Maybe the men he shot were actually very bad people.
anonymous Nov 6th, 2018 11:51pm report
When you look at Christopher Cross, and you think of the songs that he has written and composed, you wonder - what is this an alter ego of his - is he trying to be a bad boy? Instead of being free"Sailing" on his Yacht, he can also be free by living this vicarious evil life and riding like the wind in a another fashion, on a motorcycle racing to the Mexican border to escape the law to be free again? The life styles are so diverse from each other.
He begins this song "It is night my body's weak, I'm on the run no time to sleep" This song is about a ruthless, murdering fugitive running from the law on a motorcycle headed for the Mexican border, as he has obviously escaped from a State Correctional Facility. Raised by a father who is even more murderous, than he is which is how he learned all of his evil traits and perfected them. Solving disputes with a gun as opposed to his fist, or even words, he proudly brags that he has been lucky having 9 lives and gunning down 10 men.
Now on his motorcycle in the dead of night he is riding,racing like the wind to escape to be free once more. With the law on his tail, he has no time to sleep or even rest. There is a dichotomy in this however while he is seeking freedom on his motorcycle to Mexico, yet he confesses that he evaded doing the right thing all his life - even never going to Church, as if to say that he missed being free through believing in Jesus, knowing that there was an alternative to life, that he chose not to live. Now he considers himself so bad now, that the only hope of freedom is to remain a fugitive in Mexico. Riding like the wind is his only outlet to freedom.
anonymous Nov 6th, 2018 11:40am report
Gee, I was hoping this song had a more spiritual meaning, and hey, maybe it did, since he dedicated it to his friend that passed away. I was going to send this song to my girlfriend today, since it is 7 months since her Harley riding husband passed from cancer.
Since this song was produced on an acid trip, I am having second thoughts regarding it's meaning. Very disappointed at the moment, but will listen to the lyrics and music one last time.
kooljohn176 Dec 9th, 2015 12:58pm report
Could possibly be about a westernized wild outlaw on the run to escape from the law of the land to the border of Mexico. Or he could be on the run away from god or towards God for help, from his inner demons that are haunting him into the mind-flight to ''Ride like the Wind'' to cross over the border for freedom to feel and be free again in his mind and body. I heard that Christopher Cross was on a acid trip when he wrote this song on the road traveling from city to city. He dedicated this song to the talented musician and friend George Lowell[r.i.p] always, that played with the group Little Feat who sadly died much to young in his sleep from a overdose of heroin, trying for many years to keep a balance in his life between paranoia and normalcy.
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