They closed the parkway late last night

And as I sat with the echoes of lies that I told

I felt young never change my crooked heart

So put your shotgun back in the glove

I'm only waiting another year for the dream far away

To come home to be brave.

Well everything has changed

And now it's only you that matters

I will find anyway to your wild heart.

They boarded up the windows and the doors to my house

No one will ever read the letters of the lies that I told

From the years I was changed my crooked hearts

Why did they have to go and do us like that

Why did they have to go and run from a dream far away

We'll be there was that grave?

To think everything must die for anyone to matter

Got to find anyway to your wild heart

I will find anyway to your wild heart.

I will find anyway

Now everything has changed and I can't tell what matters

I will find anyway to your wild heart.

Your wild heart... [x8]