| All those wires that froze a man | |
| They can't keep up with me | |
| If you hide in broken-promise-land | |
| You can't get too close, ya see | |
| Off and running through the backdoor | |
| Off and running through the fields | |
| As long as I can find the way home | |
| Too often I run for what's real | |
| Run, run, run | |
| Run, run, run | |
| Run, run, run | |
| Well a fools gold is all I make | |
| But everything blows away | |
| Hold you in my arms | |
| Maybe for one more day | |
| Off and running through the backdoor | |
| Off and running through the fields | |
| As long as I can find the way home | |
| Too often I run from what's real | |
| How would your life | |
| Be right without me | |
| I know where my p | |
| Peace of mind will come from | |
| Blown wide open | |
| Out in the open | |
| How much further | |
| 'Til I never come back | |
| All those wires that froze 'em in | |
| They can't keep up with me | |
| Off and running through the backdoor | |
| Off and running through the fields | |
| As long as I can find the way home | |
| Too often I run from what's real | |
| Run, run, run | |
| Run, run, run | |
| Run, run, run | |
| Run, run, run |