2, 3
Threw my shirt
Out the window
On to the road
The big night sky
Looked fit to explode
So pull this car over kid
Now let's see what you can do
'Cause something bad will happen
Something always does bird
But glory B the body B, and glory B the word
We are fearless
And we are flesh
And we are wanderers
You got a wandering heart
You got wandering eyes
You got wandering legs
Telling wandering lies
Oh but bird
Aint you still the wandering prize?
Oooooo
Oooooo
And I wore myself out
Just wanting you
I wore myself out
Just wanting you
Let's see what you can do
Oooooo
Oooooo
