Old Sunrise
Stick Figure
5:24Another Saturday slow dance I'm staring at my feet, oh My mind is only distance My heart is a dream Blue fading skyline Hands on the wheel Lost in the night time I'll find something real Your eyes are miles and miles of nothing But something that I feel A lost and open highway A faraway field Blue fading skyline Hands on the wheel Lost in the night time I'll find something real I feel it on my front steps The suitcase at my feet My wild exhilaration Is only gathering speed I am no longer frightened I am setting myself free I am lost in the moment I am the summer heat There's nothing left for me to stay I want to be a runaway There's nothing left for me to stay I want to be a runaway There's nothing left for me to stay I want to be a runaway There's nothing left for me to stay I want to be a runaway There's nothing left for me to stay I want to be a runaway There's nothing left for me to stay I want to be a runaway