(M. Crenshaw)



Waiting on the runway, rain falling down

I always crawl by, can't get above the ground,

I looked out at the window at the black clouds in the sky

So lonesome I could die

Well, we were on the lookout for adventure and fun

Then we told each other it was over and done

But here I go doing something I can't explain

I'm running to see her again

I want to talk to my little wild one

and I want to rock with my little wild one

All my life is a hollow display

When I'm away from my little wild one

She moves, she's a little wild one

Right down to her shoes, she's a little wild one

And I've been living in my own little hell

Since I fell for my little wild one

Waiting on the runway, in the new morning sun

I shouldn't have told her we both ought to move on

I shouldn't have told her because you know it does not pay

to let a good thing slip away

Aw, should I dial the number, or turn and walk away?

Makes no difference, I'm a fool any old way

But I know in my heart everything will be right

When I hold her tonight

I wanna carry on with my little wild one

Make love till dawn with my little wild one

She's mine 'till the last day runs down

And I'm a clown for my little wild one

She moves, she's a little wild one

Right down to her shoes, she's a little wild one

I'd swim an ocean and crawl though hell

To do well by my little wild one

Hey now little wild one, say why don't you

take anything you, anything you want from me

Hey now baby, don't you know I've been missing you

Yes we were on the lookout for adventure and fun

I shouldn't have told her it was over and done

But I know i