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(mmmmm-hmm) These kids don't wait for tomorrow
They run through the gravel and clay
With pockets of secrets and borrowed dreams
They're washing the dust of the highway away
And they don't look back
to the cold of the town
They keep their heads high
as the sun goes down
(oh-oh-oh) These kids are chasing the wild wind
Leaving their names on the old stone wall
Dancing in shadows where winter can't find them
Answering nothing
but the open call
They trade their old boots for a promise
They don't read the signs on the road
With hearts like a furnace in December
They carry the fire and they carry the load
And the years will come like a heavy rain
To wash out the tracks they made
But they're writing a story that won't fade away
These kids are chasing the wild wind
Leaving their names on the old stone wall
Dancing in shadows where winter can't find them
Answering nothing
but the open call
(yeah, the open call)
These kids... They run through the gravel and clay (humm-mmm)