Our country is wild. I’ve seen it’s heart.

Under the snow, Dancing with grizzlys in my mind.



But it’s been too long. It’s been too long.

It’s been too long away.



I can’t wait to hear the noise.

There’s a place not far away

where the street cars pull the day,

and there’s so many sounds. You can’t hear yourself.



I can’t wait to hear the noise.

I can’t wait to hear the noise.