On the Run Songtext
von Burning

One early morning I just pack a bag and leave
I knew this day would come where I would have to flee
The men in black suits, they are always watching me
I cannot stay here now, I can no longer be

Things that pose a threat
Seem so real in my head
Then I stop and stare
They are really there


I meet a stranger who lets me hitch a ride out west
He talks a lot and bores me yet I feel so blessed
And after hundreds of miles we do part our ways
On different roads we travel on and on for days

Things I′m running from
The beat of different drums
Then I stop and see
Them catching up with me

Things that pose a threat
Seem so real in my head
Then I stop and stare
They are really there


Things I'm running from
The beat of different drums
Then I stop and see
Them catching up with me