Backstreet Fire

(whoa-oh) Past the water tower rust

Rolling through the county dust

Same old bridge across the creek

We ain't spoken in a week

Now the windows roll down low

Got that gravel road in tow

Five miles till the boulevard

Foot down pressing on the pedal hard (we're almost there) Can you

feel the spark in the air?

Back where the wild ones run

Under the copper sun

We took the world and we shook the floor

Now we're knocking at the hometown door

Yeah we're standing side by side

Nothing left to hide (yeah!)

Main Street diner, yellow light

Parking lot on Saturday night

Old gang grinning through the glass

Raising cups of working class

Time stood still the day we left

Now we're back to steal our breath

Five miles till the boulevard

Foot down pressing on the pedal hard (we're back again) Here's to

every highway bend

Back where the wild ones run

Under the copper sun

We took the world and we shook the floor

Now we're knocking at the hometown door

Yeah we're standing side by side

Nothing left to hide (oh yeah!)

Back where the wild ones run

Under the copper sun

We took the world and we shook the floor

Now we're knocking at the hometown door

Yeah we made it,

we made it back home (never walk alone!)