Hope On The Run

It's not what I thought would be right for you and me
It's not what we're here for
It's not why we'll be leaving town again
Again and again and again and again, whoa

You better get your gas and run
Find your stash my friend
Your bullets for your gun

These are the last of the hottest days
It's getting hotter and hotter
Still you look so beautiful that I choose, I choose denial
Meanwhile we're frying we're frying we're frying, whoa

You better get your gas and run
Find your stash my friend
Your bullets for your gun

It's like a postcard in my mind
Throwing frisbees, jumping off rocks
Floating all day on the waves

You're like a postcard in my mind
Playing caps and guitars all night
Unplugging the clocks, denial allright

We were so lucky we were so spoiled
The fires we built crackled just for us

But now it's been done
We're on the path that we've chosen
Still you look so beautiful

Copyright Lillian Studt