She was a city girl who didn't fit in
Summer could never come quick enough
And sometimes she wondered what it would be like
To live in the country

She could roam to her hearts content
None of this be in by dark murderers talk
Few neighbours around for miles
Unless of course you counted the wild things

She wanted to be with the wild things
Sing songs to a wooden audience
Play out her fantasies to the birds and the bugs
And be home in time for supper

She could do without a Cineplex
Or identical duplexes or even the internet
Well maybe not the internet, I mean
Being without humans all the time
Can get lonely and she knows
Because she was never that popular

So what if she wore glasses and dressed different
Really since when did we start bashing creativity
Oh that's right since the age of everyone wears the same
Looks the same, feels the same, standardized uniforms

That's right, and you wonder why
She wanted to flee

She wanted to be with the wild things
Sing songs to a wooden audience
Play out her fantasies to the birds and the bugs
And be home in time for supper

She wanted to be with the wild things
Sing songs to a wooden audience
Play out her fantasies to the birds and the bugs
And be home in time for supper