Runaway Train

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 face