Running Wild

She was born in a small town, under a sky so wide,

Where the winters bite and the summers collide.

With dreams stitched tight in her tattered boots,

She was running wild, chasing something true.

And they said, “Slow down, girl, the world won’t wait,”

But she was already gone, breaking through the gate.

She’s running wild, like the wind through the pines,

Leaving everything she knows behind.

With the sun in her hair and fire in her soul,

She’s finding her way where the lost hearts go.

Running wild, yeah, she’s running wild.

She’s got a map full of nowhere, a heart full of fight,

Driving fast with no end in sight.

Radio loud, singing off-key,

Every mile’s a chance to finally be free.

And they said, “You’ll come back, no one gets far,”

But she’s out on the edge, following her star.

She’s running wild, like the wind through the pines,

Leaving everything she knows behind.

With the sun in her hair and fire in her soul,

She’s finding her way where the lost hearts go.

Running wild, yeah, she’s running wild.

Maybe she’ll find what she’s looking for,

Or maybe she’ll just love the open door.

The journey’s enough, the freedom’s her prize,

The road’s her home, and it never lies.

She’s running wild, like the wind through the pines,

Leaving everything she knows behind.

With the sun in her hair and fire in her soul,

She’s finding her way where the lost hearts go.

Running wild, yeah, she’s running wild.

She was born in a small town, under a sky so wide,

And she’s running wild, with nothing to hide