Lyrics

Verse 1
He’s sixteen years old with an old soul,
Staring through the glass of a classroom wall,
While the teacher talks about roads to success,
He’s dreaming where the blacktop ends.
He can hear that river calling his name,
Feel the north wind running through his veins,
Everybody says, “Boy, find your place,”
But he knows his place ain’t here.
Pre-Chorus
He don’t need a skyline,
Or a crowd to know he’s alive,
Just a trail beneath his boots,
And a million stars at night.
Chorus
He wants to go where the wild runs free,
Where the tall pines stand like company,
With a rifle on the rack and a line in the creek,
Living on the good Lord’s land and what it gives to eat.
No fences on his heart, no clock on the wall,
Just the cry of an eagle and the waterfall.
He ain’t running from life, he’s running to be
Close to the earth, where the wild runs free.
Verse 2
He wants a little cabin built by hand,
Solar on the roof and a garden in the sand,
A woodstove burning when the winter rolls in,
And a faithful dog beside him.
He’ll hunt the ridge when the leaves turn gold,
Fish the lake where the water runs cold,
Trade the noise for a life that’s slow,
And only take what he needs.
Pre-Chorus
He don’t need their neon,
Or a screen to light the dark,
Just a fire throwing shadows,
And the freedom in his heart.
Chorus
He wants to go where the wild runs free,
Where the tall pines stand like company,
With a rifle on the rack and a line in the creek,
Living on the good Lord’s land and what it gives to eat.
No fences on his heart, no clock on the wall,
Just the cry of an eagle and the waterfall.
He ain’t running from life, he’s running to be
Close to the earth, where the wild runs free.
Bridge
They call it getting lost,
He calls it being found,
Where the only chains are mountains
Stretching miles across the ground.
And the world may keep on turning
With its hurry and its greed,
But he’ll find everything he’s after
In the air that he can breathe.
Final Chorus
He’s gonna go where the wild runs free,
Where the tall pines stand like company,
With his hands in the soil and his feet in the stream,
Building something real from a backwoods dream.
No fences on his heart, no clock on the wall,
Just the sound of the rain and the old owl’s call.
He ain’t giving up life, he’s finally gonna be
Close to the earth, where the wild runs free.
Outro
Yeah, far from the noise,
He’ll finally breathe—
Out where the wild runs free.