Lyrics

Teenage hearts seek validation, on the open horizon.
Empty towns ain’t quick to die, and they’re spread hours apart.
Who we are, don’t really matter, it’s sad we believed that.
To battle our doubt, we’d get away, we just had no know where to run.
Adrift, among the “amber like waves”,

Unbridled
Renegade children,
where the buffalo roam.
Reckless pumpjack cowboy,
riding bull with no horns
To the beat of Wyoming,
May we ever be young,
Off this Blue Sky Highway
Off these blue sky highways!

The mother of nature weaved the hillside, to the mesa beyond us.
Life’s a hayseed in the moonlight, our brothers like wolves.
We’d rip then claw through every moment, dying to hold one.
Tumbling sage, may leap to fight you, out at Ethete Road.
Where the ancient fathers lead our way.

They call us
Renegade Children
Where the buffalo roam
Reckless pumpjack cowboy
Riding bull with no horns
To the beat of Wyoming
may we ever be young!
Off this Blue Sky Highway
Off these blue sky highways!

Last call, for renegade children
(We're the ghost of our fathers)
Where the buffalo roam
(Who would die to be young)
Reckless pumpjack cowboy
(Driven hard to be honored)
Riding bull with no horns
(on the street of once was)
To the beat of Wyoming
(Down the noose, untie the rope, vultures circle)
may we ever be young!
(They're haunted by our restless blood)
Off this Blue Sky Highway,
Off these blue sky highways
Off that Blue Sky Highway!