Motorbike (Wild Ones)

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