What's that sad look? That look on your face Things will get easy babe, just gotta make that break This pain apart it ain't' a curse from somethin' we did wrong
Call it love or lust, it's just differnent that's all
I was born to run, so run I may Come take my hand on this runaway train
And it's all down the free way's Freight cars and card games And little roads with no names Storm the lays and airport bars, airport bars
And we've seen Italian sunsets Drank wine with some old Brits They laughed at my boots because they have more holes than a fishing net But that's fine, they work just fine
I was born to run, so run I may Come take my hand on this runaway train
What's that sad look? That look on your faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.