They closed the parkway late last night
And as I sat with the echoes of lies that I told
I felt young, never changed by crooked hearts
So put the shotgun back in the glove
Come on and wait another year for dreams far away
To come home, to be brave
Well, everything has changed
And now it's only you that matters
I will find anyway to your wild heart
They boarded up the windows and the doors to my house
No one will ever read the letters or the lies that I told
From the years I was changed
By crooked hearts
Why did they have to go and do us like that?
Why did they have to go and run from the dream far away
Were we there? Was I brave?
To think everything must die
For anyone to matter
Got to find anyway to your wild heart
I will find anyway to your wild old heart
I will find anyway
Everything has changed and
Now I can't tell what matters
I will find any way to your wild heart
Your wild heart
Your wild heart
Your wild heart
Your wild heart
Your wild heart
Your wild heart
Your wild heart
(Your wild heart)
