Howling at Summer

I howl at the summer when the heat sinks in,
Coyotes in the park are back again,
Which is living under street lamps,
And it keeps the air alive.
When all the Sunday cars are sleeping on the curbs,
Apartments rest easy on the confidence,
That the ground that they stand on,
Won’t shake us all the night.
You say is it crazy that we live this way,
We save a little money working night and day,
Do we think domestication…
is the finish line?
Or are we the wild ones,
Are we the wild ones here?
Yeah!, Are we the wild ones,
Are we the wild ones here?
I lean into the sunlight in the winter morning,
Like the sycamores down in Franklin Park,
Pale and going nowhere,
And the world keeps spinning round.
I find myself driving to the same old place,
Work and home, work and home and if I leave,
Traces in the concrete,
Well I wouldn’t be surprised.
The night then falls upon us and I catch your scent,
Just like a switch goes up I kinda lose my head,
I just know I gotta have you,
and it’s keeping me alive!
Well, are we the wild ones,
Are we the wild ones here?
Yeah, are we the wild ones,
Are we the wild ones here?
If I bury my head between your shoulder and your neck,
Feel my breath coming back around again,
Feel your pulse pumping,
Well, I know it’ll be alright.
Sometimes i get lost just going through the emotions,
Pouring drinks, making plans, losing touch,
With all the friends I knew once,
Maybe it’s just part of life.
But I’m howling at the summer to come back again,
I’m howling at summer to come back again,
Come on, let’s make a pact boys!
We’ll ride out into night!
Well, are we the wild ones,
Are we the wild ones here?
Yeah, are we the wild ones,
Are we the wild ones here?