My big brother rode an Indian Scout,
It was black like his jacket,
American spirit hangin' outta his mouth,
Just like our daddy.
He kicked-started that bike one night and broke Mamma's heart,
He pointed that headlight west,
Out where the wild things are.
He'D call me up every couple of weeks,
From South California,
Talk about the desert and the Joshua Tree,
And his pretty girl stories
How he bought an Airstream trailer and a J-45 guitar,
Said, little brother, you'd love it out here,
Out where the wild things are.
Oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams,
Oh, the nights ignite like gasoline,
And light up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark,
Out where the wild things are.
I called my brother from the back of that plane,
The second I made it,
We started drinkin' on the strip in LA
And then it got crazy,
Ended up at a house in the hills with some Hollywood stars,
Kissin' on a blonde in a backyard pool,
Out where the wild things are.
Oh, yeah,
Couple iron horse rebels,
Wild as the devil,
I knew I had to move back east,
Said goodbye to my brother
At the end of that summer,
But I knew he'd never leave.
Oh, its hearts on fire and crazy dreams,
Oh, where the nights ignite like gasoline,
Oh, them Indian Scouts, man, they're built for speed,
And oh, they said he hit that guardrail at half past three,
Lit up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark,
We buried him out in the wind 'neath the West Coast stars,
Out where the wild things are,
Out where the wild things are.
