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