Ride Like the Wind

Christopher Cross · Christopher Cross

It is the night
My body's weak
I'm on the run
No time for sleep
I've got to ride
Ride like the wind
To be free again

And I've got such a long way to go
To make it to the border of Mexico
So I'll ride like the wind
Ride like the wind

I was born the son of a lawless man
Always spoke my mind with a gun
In my hand

Lived nine lives
Gunned down ten
Gonna ride like the wind

Accused and tired and told to hang
I was nowhere in sight when the
Churchbells rang
Never was the kind to do as I
Was told
Gonna ride like the wind before I
Get old

A smooth-rock song with a fugitive story

Christopher Cross opens “Ride Like the Wind” with motion: the narrator is already traveling, carrying danger and urgency into a sleek soft-rock arrangement. The song’s smooth surface contrasts with its fugitive storyline, creating a compelling tension between polished radio sound and a character trying to outrun a violent past. Cross’s clear lead vocal and the steady groove make the track feel effortless, while the lyrics give that ease a darker narrative underneath.

Released as the lead single from Cross’s self-titled 1979 debut album in early 1980, the song was written by Cross and produced by Michael Omartian. The recording features Cross on guitar and Michael McDonald on backing vocals, whose distinctive harmonies add lift to the chorus. Its blend of soft rock, crisp studio musicianship and a memorable guitar solo helped define the highly polished sound later associated with the yacht-rock label, though the song’s narrative gives it more edge than that tag can imply.

“Ride Like the Wind” peaked at No. 2 on the Billboard Hot 100, held from the top by Blondie’s “Call Me,” and became a major radio hit. The album that housed it won five Grammy Awards, including Album of the Year, while Cross himself made history by winning all four major general-field categories in one night. The song’s commercial success was therefore part of a remarkable debut campaign, but it stands on its own as an unusual pairing of breezy production and a story about escape. Its smoothness never quite conceals the urgency beneath it.