Young Hearts (The Candidate)

Footloose and grand, Nick and the younger boy out hunting on the land
They're marching off both carrying big gun
Into the wilderness for a beast that's on the run
Snow is falling, blizzard's in the air
Nick says: "Have a hit, boy, there's lots for us to share"

Beast on the hill lets out a mighty roar so both boys get a chill
Nick holds out the weapon and closes up one eye
Flexes his trigger finger and squeezes on the iron
Grizzly runs aware now of the game
A second shot rings out, the beast is slain

Too young, too pink in the face but they're growing up
Young hearts in search of a place and a silver cup
Too young, too pink in the face but they're growing now
Oh young hearts in search of a place and they want it now

Blood in the snow, there's death in the winter-time and the boys are ready to go
The younger boy says: "Help me, help me Nick to know"
And Nick says: "Break out the whiskey, boy, let's help the red juice flow"
In the afterglow there's nothing much to say
They're both growing up, they hit the beast today

Too young, too pink in the face but they're growing up
Young hearts in search of a place and a silver cup
Too young, too pink in the face but they're growing now
Oh young hearts in search of a place and they want it now, uh now

Too young, too pink in the face but they're growing up
Young hearts in search of a place and a silver cup
Oh too young, too pink in the face but they're growing now
Oh young hearts in search of a place and they want it now