Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

So hey, we brought our drum and this is how we dance No mistakin', we make our breaks, if you don't like our 808s We have no apologies for being Find me where the wild things are (oh my, we'll be alright, don't mind us) Find me where the wild things are

Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

And I still miss someone At my door the leaves are falling A cold wild wind has come Sweethearts walk by together I go out on a party And look for a little fun But I find a darkened corner because I still miss someone Oh, no I never got over those blues

We bomb first when we ride In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli" Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail

Into the wild How are we living living living No oh oh oh Somebody left the gate open You know we got lost on the way Come save us a runaway train Gone insane How do we how do we oh

Hopelessly drifting, bathing in beautiful agony Life was so simple then We were so innocent Stunned and bewildered Cold and afraid Torn up and broken Frightened and dazed I am endlessly falling, lost in this wonderful misery In peaceful sedation, I lay

We are wild We are like young volcanoes Americana, exotica Do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby? Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds Before it has begun We've already won When Rome's in ruin, We are the lions free of the Colosseums

Live it up for the weekend Pour it up, have the time of your life Take a shot for the regrets Double up and it's bound to get buck wild Hey ladies, let your hair down We know ain't nobody scared now, hell nah Just do your thing like it's spring break We

In our rockin' chairs That are going to fly by like lightning so they say These are the nights (yeah) The good times that we left the wild side out to play These are the Sunday mornings We talked to the Lord, get right with the man upstairs Get back to