Where the Wild Things Are

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 mama'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 And 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, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams Oh, where the nights ignite like gasoline And 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 --- Where the Wild Things Are - Luke Combs