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I howl at the summer when the heat sinks in
Coyotes in the park are back again
Which is living under street lamps
And it keeps the air alive
When all the Sunday cars are sleeping on the curbs
Apartments rest easy on the confidence
That the ground that they stand on
Won't shake us all the night
You say is it crazy that we live this way
We save a little money working night and day
Do we think domestication is the finish line

Or are we the wild ones here
Are we the wild ones here?

I lean into the sunlight in the winter morning
Like the sycamores down in Franklin Park
Pale and going nowhere
And the world keeps spinning round
I find myself driving to the same old place
Work and home, work and home and if I leave
Traces in the concrete
Well I wouldn't be surprised

The night then falls upon us and I catch your scent
Just like a switch goes up I kinda lose my head
I just know I gotta have you and it's keeping me alive

Well, are we the wild ones
Are we the wild ones here?


If I bury my head between your shoulder and your neck
Feel my breath coming back around again
Feel your pulse pumping
Well, I know it'll be alright
Sometimes i get lost just going through the emotions
Pouring drinks, making plans, losing touch
With all the friends I knew once
Maybe it's just part of life

But I'm howling at the summer to come back again
I'm howling at summer to come back again
Come on, let's make a pact boys
We'll ride out into night

Well, are we the wild ones
Are we the wild ones here?