Teksty: Tina Dickow. On The Run.

I wake in the morning with o-o-one thing on my mind

I wake in the morning with o-o-one thing on my mind
To get up on my feet and be on my way

The white roads are calling and I`m ru-u-unning out of time
to make the most of this exiting day-hey.. hey.. oh.. hey.. hey.. hey

Everybody`s gotta end up somewhere
I`m just taking my time to get there
And I looks like freedom and it smells like fun
But it fells like being on the run

I wake in the morning with o-o-one thing in my head
The haunting sound of chords I`ve yet to play.. hey
It sounds like a warning that maybe I should stay in bed
Before these winding roads lead me astray-hey.. hey.. oh.. hey.. (Hey!) hey.. hey

Everybody`s gotta end up somewhere
I`m just taking my time to get there
And I looks like freedom and it smells like fun
But it fells like being on the run

Somewhere there`s a place for us
A place for us where
There`s a place for us (x 2)

Everybody`s gotta end up somewhere
I`m just taking my time to get there
And I looks like freedom and it smells like fun
But it fells like being on (x 2)
the run

I wake in the morning with o-o-one thing on my mind