Wild Eyes

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