Wild Eyes - Matthew Mayfield

Young and wild and free

and full of fantasy we search the summer

to find a friend.

Take us higher, whether it's arson or it's wildfire,

We try to catch the ashes as they fly away.

Wicked ways, they swell a mile high

yet all of us still want to ride.

And it's a left turn to the right job,

the wrong man and the ______,

and these wild eyes.

And it's a good look at the last straw

the bad girls and the sweet talk

and their wild eyes, these wild eyes.

Cut the ropes, don't settle in,

Ditch the guidelines and skim the skylines

For an offering.

Reckless ways and fickle crazes

become yesterday's forgotten and abandoned,

and lost along the way.

The blindness is still blindness today.

And it's a left turn to the right job,

the wrong man and the ______,

and these wild eyes.

It's a good look at the last straw

the bad girls and the sweet talk

and their wild eyes, these wild eyes.

Blindly give excitement when

They've clearly lost the way

________ _____ ________

Swing away.

La la, la la, la la, la la, la la

La la, la la, la la, la la, la la

La la, la la, la la, la la, la la

And it's a left turn to the right job,

the wrong man and the ______,

and these wild eyes.

It's a good look at the last straw

the bad girls and the sweet talk

And their wild eyes, these wild eyes.

these wild eyes, these wild eyes

these wild eyes, these wild eyes