From Blair in Athol to Carolina's green and gold 
this way has found us
For times to come and for time 
that's growing old the days roll around us

CHORUS
And we'll drink to the wild ones 
to the laughter of the child ones
To the ones who have broken away
And we'll drink for their pleasure 
another Long Island measure
And fall into another new day

We wait for no-one we are howling 
at the moon and fate's destination
With heads on fire we will turn 
another tune until dawn's restoration
CHORUS

We may be lost we maybe can't stand 
still long enough to believe it
But we share the cost and we'll wander on 
until it’s our time to leave it
CHORUS