by Warren Zevon. c.1980 Zevon Music BMI. . You've seen him leaning on the streetlight. Listening to some song inside. You've seen him standing by the highway. Trying to hitch a ride. Well they tried so hard to hold him. Heaven knows how hard they tried. But he's made up his mind. He's the restless kind. He's the wild age. He's the wild age. He's the wild age. Wild age. It's the wild age. And the law can't stop 'em. No one can stop 'em. At the wild age. Mostly when the reckless years end. Something's left to save. Some of them keep running. 'Til they run straight in their graves. To stay the wild age. Stay the wild age. Stay the wild age. Wild age.