Wild Child (with Grace Potter)

Looks like a royal in a thrift store dress

Keeps my heart and her hair a mess

She goes where the wind suggests she goes

Who knows?

Got a spirit that can't be tamed

She's a Calico pony on an open plain

I know I'll never be the same no more, for sure

She's a wild child

Got a rebel soul and a whole lot of gypsy

Wild style

She can't be tied down but for a while

I'll be fallin' free and so alive

I'd break my heart

But god she drives me wild, child

You never heard of her favorite band

Unless you've been to Bonnaroo or Burning Man

She's Penny Lane in a Chevy van

She loves to love

She loves me, wild child

Got a rebel soul and a whole lot of gypsy

Wild style

She can't be tied down but for a while

I'll be fallin' free and so alive

And I'd break my heart

But god she drives me wild, child

She'll be here until she runs

Some just have to chase the sun

She's a wild child

Got a rebel soul and a whole lot of gypsy

Wild style

She can't be tied down but for a while

I'll be fallin' free and so alive

And I'd break my heart

But god she drives me wild, child

A kaleidoscope of colors in her mind, child

A touch of crazy hides behind her

Wild smile

So simple yet experimental

Innocent but still a little wild, child

Wild child