40 miles down the road where the dead wind blows
there ain't a side of the street.
Through the fields in the south, you
know we're bound, living wild and free.
I was lost now I'm caught in a field in my
blue-eyed American dream.
Never felt more at ease than now the dust and the breeze
takes a hold of me.
Oh I would stop this whole world for hours but I don't know how.
Oh I swear this whole world could be ours,
keep your head in the clouds.
I'll keep my eyes on the road,
turn up the radio,
wind in our hair screaming don't you dare look back.
This fear is on my mind,
riding the borderline,
holding on tight until we crash.
We're just some wild hogs chasing something that can tear us apart.
I would take us away far from our mistakes under all the land skies.
Loads of woods in the west,
they say there's no time left so let's live for tonight.
Oh I would stop this whole world for hours but I don't know how.
Oh I swear
this whole world could be ours,
keep your head in the clouds.
I'll keep my eyes on the road,
turn up the radio,
wind in our hair screaming don't you dare look back.
This fear is on my mind,
riding the borderline,
holding on tight until we crash.
We're just some wild hogs chasing something that can tear us apart.
We're just some wild hogs chasing something that can tear us apart.