My big brother rode an Indian Scout, it was black like his jacket
American Spirit hangin' outta his mouth, just like our daddy
He kick-started that bike one night and broke mama's heart
He pointed that headlight West, out where the wild things are
He'd call me up every couple of weeks from South California
Talk about the desert and the Joshua Tree and his pretty girl stories
And how he bought an Air stream trailer and a J-45 guitar
Said, "Little brother, you'd love it out here, out where the wild things are"
Oh, oh-oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams
Oh, oh-oh, the nights ignite like gasoline
And light up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark
Out where the wild things are
I called my brother from the back of that plane the second I made it
We started drinkin' on the strip in L.A. and then it got crazy
Ended up at a house in the hills with some Hollywood Stars
Kissin' on a blonde in a backyard pool, out where the wild things are!
(Oh, yeah!) Couple of iron horse rebels wild as the devil
I knew I had to move back East
Said goodbye to my brother at the end of that summer
But I knew he'd never leave
Oh, oh-oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams
Oh, where the nights ignite like gasoline?
And oh, oh-oh, them Indian Scouts, man, they're built for speed
And oh, oh-oh, they said he hit that guard rail at half-past three
Lit up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark
We buried him, out in the wind, beneath the West Coast stars
Out where the wild things are
Out where the wild things are
