Heavy eyes scrape the sky
Worn hands matching mine
Drunken tongues and whiskey words
Never heard by the world
What would you do with your wild life?
Why are you still waiting on a sign?
Fireweed cross the ground
River runs the only sound
Mountains rise and scrape the sun
In our hearts dreams wild run
And they dream of a place
Motto stands leave not a trace
Patterans and firesides
Are what it means to be alive
What would you do with your wild life?
Why are you still waiting on sign
From the stars or trees from up above?
Go out and find just what you love
What would you do with your wild life?
Why are you still waiting on a sign?
What would you do with your wild life?
Your wild life
Your wild life