The Wildness Songtext
von Deacon Blue

Oh the rush hour′s over
And the night has been trying
To drive us and chase us away
But we're lovely and drunk now
And our laugh doesn′t
Rattle or fray
And the Friday folk
Are coming round
To 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 we stand when dark
Comes tumbling down
So the wildness
Could be recalled
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
Had 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
Of the wildness
Of the wildness
Driving me on again
Of the wildness
Of the wildness
Shaking me
Letting me know
I went up to your house one night
I took the 59 in the rain
I saw your tiny face shine
So calm and so bright and so gay
I called you
I called out
I couldn't see any other name
I woke one morning
With the wildness once again
The wildness shining in
Of the wildness
Of the wildness
Driving me on again
Of the wildness
Of the wildness
Shaking me
Letting me know
Of the wildness
Of the wildness
Driving me on again
Of the wildness
Of the wildness
Shaking me
Letting me know
Of the wildness
Of the wildness
Driving me on again
Of the wildness
Of the wildness
Shaking me
Letting me know