Standing in the frame of my door
Anticipating, waiting what am I waiting for
Listening to the sound of the wind
Howling like a coyote that wants to get in
Whoa, It's a wild day
And the wind wants to ride
Like a car on the freeway
Oh, It's a wild day
And the wind wants to ride like a car on the freeway
I walk outside 10 thousand fingers greet me
My hair wants me to know it's a pleasure to meet me
Black cat scats like it's gonna fly
I find myself looking up for broomsticks in the sky
Whoa, It's a wild day
And the wind wants to ride like a car on the freeway
Whoa, Its a wild day
And the wind wants to ride like a car on the freeway
The trees are leaning, creaking looking like they're gonna fall
Trees are bending god's pretending that he's gonna end it all
I see a woman looking out her window down at me
I call to her come out and play
And she's looking like I'm crazy and I say
Whoa, It's a wild day
And the wind wants to ride like a car on the freeway