Wild and Wooly

All the rules you’ve ever known, you’ve forgotten
All your last chances are gone - long gone.
You’re just an apple turned rotten.
Your mama swears you’re a good boy,
It’s just the crowd you’re in is wrong.

Harley’s rolling two by two
Is the only thing that comforts you.
You’ve been lost and found so many times
The only sound you trust
Is an engine revved so high, you can’t hear.

And the wild and the wounded and the wooly
Are flying home on the wings of leather tonight.
And the rough and the ready unruly
Standing guard and there’s no survivors in sight.
Hey, the engines roar, and the bikers are ready to ride.
The angels are going to make their run,
They’ll be rolling with the wind tonight.

Everywhere you go, seems you’re always leaving
But you don’t have to ride the road alone.
People asking why, but there’s really no reason.
There’s just wild men and wounded men
And highways they call home.