Lyrics

Burn my clothes, I changed my name
My address book lying in the rain
Now all bad luck will just have to change
I won't accept this drive-by world
Nothin' here to gain

{chorus}
I'm a breakout runner, I'm eleventh hour king
Wind behind my back tonight
Just tell them I'm not looking back

Seems my taste has returned
It disappeared, my aching bones
I don't know where I'll be heading through
But I know I'm halfway there
Making good time too

{chorus}
It's a long time coming and a very long time gone
The highway at my fingertips
Hands upon my leather grips

(solo)

I wash my hands, I kick the dust off of my youth
Tell myself to ride away
Tell myself the truth

{chorus}

[motor bike fade]

© Fran Smith Jr., 2005. All Rights Reserved.

© Fran Smith Jr., 2003. All Rights Reserved.