MUSIC FOR SALE

Way back when we let our wild hearts lead,
Sowing every bit of that restless seed.
Heads held high through the wind and the rain,
Chasing down a vision just to break the chain.
Traded our comfort for fire in the chest,
Put every promise to the ultimate test.
Busting the locks and the heavy iron doors,
Claiming the spirit that was rightfully ours.
Young and restless, we took the wheel,
Trading the rust for the polish of steel.
(Yeah, that was our aim,
a burning holy flame)
We staked our claim with a steady hand,
Built a little life on this hard-won land.
Weathered the thunder and the pouring rain,
Bound by the blood and the years of strain.
Saw a new sun through the morning haze,
Set on the truth and our reckless ways.
(burning holy flame)
Way back when we let our wild hearts lead,
Sowing every bit of that restless seed.
Heads held high through the wind and the rain,
Chasing down a vision just to break the chain.
We staked our claim with a steady hand,
Built a little life on this hard-won land.
Weathered the thunder and the pouring rain,
Bound by the blood and the years of strain.
Saw a new sun through the morning haze,
Set on the truth and our reckless ways.

Way back when we let our wild hearts lead,
Sowing every bit of that restless seed.
Heads held high through the wind and the rain,
Chasing down a vision just to break the chain.
That wild-eyed legacy is alive and well,
In every story that we’re bound to tell.
Looking for tracks in the mud and the clay,
For a long-lost road to a better day.
(For that was our aim, A Burning holy flame)