All the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything when you’re loving me.
I’ll follow you where you’re leading
To the first sweet taste of freedom
You got me running baby,
Wild at heart
"A story: A man fires a rifle for many years; and he goes to war. And afterward he turns the rifle in at the armory; and he believes he’s finished with the rifle. But no matter what else he might do with his hands, love a woman, build a house, change his son’s diaper; his hands remember the rifle."