My big brother rode an Indian Scout, it was black like his jacket

American Spirit hangin′ outta his mouth, just like our daddy

He kick-started that bike one night and broke mama's heartHe 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 Air stream trailer and a J-45 guitar

Said, "Little brother, you'd love it out here, out where the wild things are"

Oh, oh-oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams

Oh, oh-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 L.A. 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 of 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, oh-oh, it′s hearts on fire and crazy dreams

Oh, where the nights ignite like gasoline?

And oh, oh-oh, them Indian Scouts, man, they're built for speed

And oh, oh-oh, they said he hit that guard rail at half-past three

Lit up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark

We buried him, out in the wind, beneath the West Coast stars

Out where the wild things are

Out where the wild things are