Vārdi: Deacon Blue. The Wildness.

Oh, the rush hour's over
And the night has been trying
To drive us and chase us away

But we're lovely and drunk now
And our laugh doesn't rattle or fray
And the Friday folk are coming round
Let the wildness have it's way

Oh, sweet autumn with your dark surprise
And your short days all smudged with gold
You covered up worn paths for us
So no story could be told

And send the dark, come tumbling down
So the wildness that could be cold
So the morning would never know

Of the wildness, of the wildness
Driving me on again
Of the wildness, of the wildness
Shaking me, letting me know

There were two of us driving
We were six miles out
And a hundred miles to go
Still the morning lies waiting
And the light falls on your travel map

I'm still here hoping for the wildness to relax
For the wildness to go back

For the wildness, for the wildness
Driving me on again
For the wildness, for the wildness
Shaking me, letting me know

I said yeah, can you feel it, feel it?
I went up to your house one night
I took the 59 in the rain
(Feel it)
And I saw your tiny face shine
So calm and so bright and so gay

I called in, I called out
I couldn't see any other name
I woke one morning
With the wildness once again
With the wildness shining in

Of the wildness, of the wildness
Driving me on again
Of the wildness, of the wildness
Shaking me, letting me know

Of the wildness, of the wildness
Driving me on again, on again, yeah, yeah
Of the wildness, of the wildness
Shaking me, letting me know

Of the wildness, of the wildness, baby
Driving me on again, on again
Of the wildness, of the wildness
Shaking me, letting me know