On top of the hill, you stop the car, turn off the music and the lights
You name your fears, your hopes and dreams and you scream them to the night
No nine-to-five, you're the restless kind, look like a misfit to this world
That makes you beg, borrow and steal for something you don't feel your own...

You can change your tune and step out of line
You can burn a bridge, you can run against time
You can win or lose, shooting straight in the dark
But you can't chain down a drifter's heart, a drifter's heart

Sometime rivers seem too wide to wade and walls too high to climb
And the sins too many to wash away, too many the reasons that don't rhyme
Love can burn and make you hurt, and love may come and go
Surrender to the summer heat your wild and troubled soul, don't you know...