(Warren Zevon) You've seen him leaning on the streetlight Listening to some song inside You've seen him standing by the highway Trying to hitch a ride Well, they tried so hard to hold him Heaven knows how hard they tried But he's made up his mind He's the restless kind He's the wild age He's the wild age He's the wild age Wild age It's the wild age And the law can't stop 'em No one can stop 'em At the wild age Mostly when the reckless years end Something's left to save Some of them keep running 'Til they run straight in their graves To stay the wild age Stay the wild age Stay the wild age Wild age...
