Wild Card Songtext
von Ammunition

How does it feel to deal with wild cards
Someone who′s always on the run
Someone who'll always keep you waiting
For your man to get back home
To get back home
On these long and dusty highways
There′s a price for some to pay
As four wheels head on to the sunset
Leaving love hearts behind to ache

This one goes to every widow
Of the six string cavalry
Living stranded in the shadow
Of the world they thought they'd see

So how does it feel to deal with wild cards
Knowing he's dancing under stars
How does it feel to need a wild card
When he needs his guitar
More than the queen of hearts


And the kitchen needs improvement
And the roof leaks like a sea
And you just can′t pay the mortgage
But there′s no way you're gonna leave

Cause you promised once forever
Yeah for better and for worse
And no matter where he′s going
It is your smell on his t-shirt

And that's how it feels to deal with wild cards
Someone who′s always on the run
Someone who'll always keep you waiting
For your man to get back home

And how do you make it through the cold nights
Knowing he′s dancing under stars

How does it feel to need a wild card
When he needs his guitar
More than the queen of hearts

More than the queen of hearts
Oh yeah
More than the queen of hearts
Than the queen of hearts
Yeah, yeah, yeah


So get back home, yeah
So get back home, yeah
So how does it feel to deal with wild cards
Knowing he's dancing under stars
How does it feel to need a wild card
When he needs his guitar
More than the queen of hearts

More than the queen of hearts
Oh yeah

I'm the wild card
But I′m home, honey