The Wildness

Oh the rush hour is over And the night has been trying To drive us and chase us away But we're lovely and drunk now And our laugh dosen't Rattle or fray And the friday folk Are coming round Let the wildness Have its 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 sent the dark Come tumbling down So the wildness Can't grow 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 Of the wildness Of the wildness Driving me on again Of the wildness Of the wildness Shaking me Letting me know I said yeah Can you Feel it I went up to your house one night I took 59 in the rain 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 Of the wildness Of the wildness Shaking me Letting me know Of the wildness Of the wildness baby Driving me on again Of the wildness Of the wildness Shaking me Letting me know