So I work at a College
The kids thirst for Knowledge
They are sick and tired of life on the Farm
They Drove to big cities
In big ugly borrowed SUV's
They flea the hot sun like bandits on the run
Under the veil of darkness, guided by stars
They drink, they smoke the do all sorts of drugs
So they make it to the border
To upset the order
To pine and gamble for their dreams
But can't shake their accents
Hurting from a memory,
Wanting something else
Their hearts remain hungry
But they loose their true identity
Wild Child
Who told you to be so blind?
Wild Child
Why are you such a fool to trade in your youth???