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