Lyrics: Robben Ford
Music: Shamil Bakhtiyarov
Here comes that feeling
Think I’m gonna let it roll
Might take me up to the northern lights
Or down to Southern Mexico
And I won’t need leather
Cuz I make my own weather
I find pleasure where you feel pain
See the sunshine where you see rain
Cuz I make my own weather
A life under pressure
Makes no sense to me
A woman was born to laugh and to love
A man was born to be free
And I won’t stand a tether
Cuz I make my own weather
Two wheels to take me out of misery
And blue skies as far as my eyes can see
Cuz I make my own weather
Here comes that feeling
Feeling just like a king
No one else gonna rule my world
I’m gonna let my freedom ring
Feeling light as a feather
And I make my own weather