Marshall Crenshaw - Little Wild One (no. 5)

(M. Crenshaw)

Waiting on the runway, rain falling down
I always crawl by, can't get above the ground,
I looked out at the window at the black clouds in the sky
So lonesome I could die
Well, we were on the lookout for adventure and fun
Then we told each other it was over and done
But here I go doing something I can't explain
I'm running to see her again
I want to talk to my little wild one
and I want to rock with my little wild one
All my life is a hollow display
When I'm away from my little wild one
She moves, she's a little wild one
Right down to her shoes, she's a little wild one
And I've been living in my own little hell
Since I fell for my little wild one