Always the Wild One

And home looks almost the same It almost looks the same The night hides the rain With sounds from approaching aeroplanes Approaching from the north And you look almost the same You almost look the same As you cling to the horse's mane Mmm You were always the wild one Child number one Momma's favorite son (Oooh) Often the only responsible one And home looks almost the same It almost looks the same The night hides the rain With sounds from approaching aeroplanes And you look almost the same You almost look the same As you cling to the horse's mane You were always the wild one (oooh) Child number one Momma's favorite son