I went to work for her that summer 
 teenage kid so far from home 
 She was a lonely widow woman 
 [bad word] bent to make it on her own 
 We were a thousand miles from nowhere
 Wheat fields as far as I could see 
 Both needing something from each other 
 Not knowing yet what that might be.

 'Til she came to me one evening 
 Hot cup of coffee and a smile 
 In a dress that I was certain 
 She hadn't worn in quite a while 
 There was a difference in her laughter
 There was a softness in her eyes 
 And on the air there was a hunger 
 Even a boy could recognize.

 She had a need to feel the thunder
 To chase the lightning from the sky 
 To watch a storm with all its wonder 
 Raging in her lover's eyes 
 She had to ride the heat of passion
 Like [bad word] burning bright  [bad word] headlong in the wind 
 Out where only dreams have been 
 Burning both ends of the night.

 That summer wind was all around me
 Nothing between us but the night 
 When I told her that I'd never 
 She softly whispered that's alright 
 And then I watched her hands of leather 
 Turn to velvet in a touch 
 There's never been another summer 
 When I have ever learned so much.

 We had a need to feel the thunder 
 To chase the lightning from the sky 
 To watch a storm with all its wonder 
 Raging in each other's eyes 
 We had to ride the heat of passion
 Like [bad word] burning bright  [bad word] headlong in the wind 
 Out where only dreams have been 
 Burning both ends of the night.

 I often think about that summer 
 The sweat, the moonlight, and the lace
 And I have rarely held another 
 When I haven't seen her face 
 And every time I pass a wheat field
 And watch it dancing with the wind 
 Although I know it isn't real 
 I just can't help but feel
 Her hungry arms again

 She had a need to feel the thunder
 To chase the lightning from the sky 
 To watch a storm with all its wonder 
 Raging in her lover's eyes 
 She had to ride the heat of passion
 Like [bad word] burning bright  [bad word] headlong in the wind 
 Out where only dreams have been 
 Burning both ends of the night.
 [bad word] headlong in the wind 
 Now where only dreams have been 
 Burnin' both ends of the night