On the Run - Tape Five

I’m gonna pack my suitcase, I’m on the run… ooh-daba daba da…

I’m on the run, three, two, one

I’m gonna pack my suitcase, I’m on the run

On the run from having fun

In nights at the copa, cause I can’t resist

Shimmering lights shiny boulevards

I’m gonna send you a postcard from san jose

Try to call you in guantanamo bay

Terrible heartache, no «buenas noches»

Send you some flowers from waikiki

I’m on the run.

I’m on the run

I’m gonna pack my suitcase, I’m on the run

When something new means no more fun

Drivin' emotions, I’m restless inside, mama said:

Run but you cannot hide!

Pack my things in one-two-three, not gonna leave a trace of me

Playing the streetlife seems to be tough

A night in tunesia was quite enough

I’m on the run.

I’m on the run

I’m gonna pack my suitcase, I’m on the run

When nothing else could be done

Memories, pain, we’ve been here before

Did what I did, and I closed that door

Why, tell me why, do we hurt the ones we love?

When I, yes I’m only tryin to get what I need…

I’m on the run.

I’m on the run