We're both the kind who can find peace of mind in the light of an old fireplace Wrapped in a blanket talking the night away Watching snow falling the lone wolf is calling out into the endless space There aren't many left like us these days Down where the city lights burn I'll know we'll never return Listen in the wind blow over the hills through whispering pines Everything is free and all that we see is yours and mine Just you and me and this old log house is all that we need That's why they call us the vanishing breed It's good just knowing that our love is growing and we're gonna find a place In a life we build with our own hands Like wild horses running out under the sun we're gonna find some space There aren't many left like us these days God's greatest gift to you and me is knowing how it feels to be free Listen to the wind... That's why they call us the vanishing breed