My big brother rode an Indian Scout It was black like his jacket
American Spirit hangin' outta his mouth Just like our daddy
He kicked-started that bike one night and broke Mama's heart
He pointed that headlight west Out where the wild things are
He'd call me up every couple of weeks From South California
Talk about the desert and the Joshua Tree And his pretty girl stories
How he bought an Airstream trailer and a J-45 guitar
Said, "Little brother, you'd love it out here Out where the wild things are"
* Oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams Oh, the nights ignite like gasoline
And light up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark
Out where the wild things are
I called my brother from the back of that plane The second I made it
We started drinkin' on the strip in LA And then it got crazy
Ended up at a house in the hills with some Hollywood stars
Kissin' on a blonde in a backyard pool Out where the wild things are
Couple iron horse rebels Wild as the devil I knew I had to move back east
Said goodbye to my brother At the end of that summer But I knew he'd never leave
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