Shane Smith & The Saints 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 aint' 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