Monday morning, hesitate, I can't get out of bed.
I'd rather go back to the dreams I'm living in my head, yeah.
Tuesday evening, pack my bags, I'm heading out the door.
I left a box of memories lying on the floor, yeah.
Ride on.
Running, running, running, running, running, running.
Running, running, running, running, running, running.
I'm running from the city lights, I'm running from this empty life.
I'm running out of time tonight, I'm screaming out for help, help.
Ride on.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI