on the streets of this town
they've got a number for every name
buildings and shopping malls
seem like a stage for pretenders
they criticize the clothes you wear
they try to make you feel like a stranger
cause you do things they wouldn't dare
who cares who's right and who's wrong
because we know where we belong
the wild heart is calling us
a primitive love in your eyes
and out on the wasteland of broken dreams
and you'll see through the changes
but don't lead the rest of your lives
cause you do things they wouldn't dare
who cares who's right and who's wrong
because we know where we belong
the wild heart is calling us
a primitive love in your eyes
and out on the wasteland of broken dreams
and sometimes i just walk the streets at night
can't relate to nothing no more
but listen you hear it call
the wild heart is taking us
a primitive love in your eyes
and sometimes i feel like a loaded gun
oh you're the restless one
and baby you're just like me
and that's all we'll ever be