Thunder rolls across angry skies with deafening booms
Lightning fingers strike the night from where the darkness looms
Howling wind surrounds, rain stings like needles of pain
No way to tell where its going, from which direction it came

Shadowed figures approach with their slickers hanging down
Hats are tipped forward letting rain run to the ground
An empty stare is seen when looked straight into their eye
Exploding bolts electrify to feed a maddened sky

Horses wildly jump, restraining riders stand them still
Terror fills the eye making the skin crawl with a chill
Looking back to the ones riding stormy trails at night
Knowing not where they went, seeing nothing in the blinding light

Race for trails they make to find an easier way
Tracks swallowed by storms have to wait til the break of day
Overhung rock for shelter, another place to lay your head
Try to catch some sleep and not dream about your bed

The sun slowly rises over a tortured sleepless night
Eyes are tearfully blinded when the sun shows it’s first light
Horses groan as you take to the seat, they had a bad night too
Find the way those riders went, thats whats left now to do

Empty trails reveal no trace of where they rode last night
Was it the imagination of a cowboy overcome by fright
Everytime it storms slickered riders cross the mind
Haunting are the dreams of never finding any sign