Текст песни
Ripped up t-shirt on the seat
Liquor stores and lotteries
It wasn't you it wasn't me as far as I can see
Through plastic shades that block the sun
Never cry in front of anyone
A pack of reds and bubble gum
Now what have we become
Been so long, through the dust kicked up from the door
As it opens
Been so long, and I'm right back there again
Motorbike, drunk on gasoline igniting
On a six speed flying
Bedroom eyes, lookin through your window at me
Hold on tight, hold on to me
When we were the wild ones, when we were the wild ones
When we were the wild ones, when we were the wild ones
Restless summer on the road
Phone booth calls to check back home
Road map folded in your jeans
Disco fries off 17
You found love outside of town
It was hard when you came back around
Every distant memory now feels so close when
I hear that sound
Motorbike, drunk on gasoline igniting
On a six speed flying
Bedroom eyes, lookin through your window at me
Hold on tight, hold on to me
When we were the wild ones, when we were the wild ones
When we were the wild ones, when we were the wild ones