Will you ask me now, baby, do you feel love?

Sure I do, but not by the ones who planted this splinter that I wait

Spent long, hard years in a sawmower

Working long nights for the mighty Lord

But it ain't done yet, so I'm still in debt

Volatile, running wild instead

Volatile, running wild instead

Can't find my way back to Timbuktu

Wondering why I'm still being used as somebody else's fool

But I ain't no joker, so I'll stop juggling all the thunder that keeps my head rumblin'

All while I'm still in bed

Volatile, running wild instead

Volatile, running wild instead

But you ask me now, baby, do you feel love?

Sure I do, but not bad ones who are volatile, running wild instead

Volatile, running wild instead

Volatile, running wild instead