1997 - On the Run

Текст песни

I grew up on the run
I guess that you can say
I am my father’s son
I’m haunted every day
By the choices I have made
And that’s something
I couldn’t say to just anyone
Spent my best years on the road
Done my share of rambling
Think I’ll head back to my home
But no where ever seems
Like it’s the only place for me
So as much as I don’t wanna be alone
I gotta leave
Sometimes you gotta hurt to feel okay
Sometimes you gotta run
To make your problems go away
No one ever taught me
What I really need to know
Like how to love some one
And let em' go
Let em' go, let em' go
How can you really love someone
And let em' go?