This song by David Wilcox just gets me... you know, really gets me. It's worth it to purchase if you've never heard it... here are the words:
The tank is full, the switch is on
The night is warm, the cops are gone
The rocket-bike is all her own
It's called a Hurricane
She told me once it's quite a ride
It's shaped so there's this place inside
Where if you're moving, you can hide
Safe within the rain
REFRAIN
She wants to run away
But there's no where that she can go
Nowhere the pain won't come again
But she can hide
Hide in the pouring rain
She rides the eye of a Hurricane
Tell the truth, explain to me
How you got this need for speed
She laughed and said
"It might just be the next best thing to love"
Hope is gone, and she confessed
That when you lay your dream to rest
You can get what's second best
But it's hard to get enough
{Refrain}
We saw her ride, so fast last night
Racing by in a flash of light
Riding quick the street was dark
The shining truck she thought was parked
It blocked her path, stopped her heart
But not the Hurricane
She saw her chance to slip the trap
There was just the room to pass in back
But then it moved, closed the gap
She never felt the pain
{Refrain}