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



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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





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