(Warren Zevon)  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...