Country kids

{plucked acoustic guitar intro,

building strings} (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

{full band entry} 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 {dynamic build,

emotional peak} 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

{guitars fade, single violin holds last note} (humm-mmm)