I went to work for her that summer
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A teenage kid so far from home
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She was a lonely widow woman
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Hell-bent to make it on her own
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We were a thousand miles from nowhere
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Wheat fields as far as I could see
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Both needing something from each other
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Not knowing yet what that might be
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'Til she came to me one evening
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Hot cup of coffee and a smile
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In a dress that I was certain
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She hadn't worn in quite a while
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There was a difference in her laughter
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There was a softness in her eyes
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And on the air there was a hunger
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Even a boy could recognize
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She had a need to feel the thunder
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To chase the lightning from the sky
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To watch a storm with all its wonder
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Written in her lover's eyes
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She had to ride the heat of passion
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Like a comet burning bright
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Rushing headlong in the wind
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Now where only dreams have been
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Burning both ends of the night
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That summer wind was all around me
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Nothing between us but the night
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When I told her that I'd never
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She softly whispered that's alright
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And then I watched her hands of leather
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Turn to velvet in a touch
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There's never been a summer
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When I have ever learned so much
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We had a need to feel the thunder
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To chase the lightning from the sky
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To watch a storm with all its wonder
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Written in her lover's eyes
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She had to ride the heat of passion
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Like a comet burning bright
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Rushing headlong in the wind
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Now where only dreams have been
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Burning both ends of the night
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I often think about that summer
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The sweat, the moonlight and the lace
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And I have rarely held another
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When I haven't seen her face
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And every time I pass a wheat field
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And watch it dancing with the wind
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Although I know it isn't real
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I just can't help but feel
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Her hungry arms again
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She had a need to feel the thunder
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To chase the lightning from the sky
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To watch a storm with all its wonder
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Written in her lover's eyes
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She had to ride the heat of passion
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Like a comet burning bright
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Rushing headlong in the wind
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Now where only dreams have been
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Burning both ends of the night
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Rushing in long in the wind
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Now where only dreams have been
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Burnin' both ends of the night
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