| Sitting at the crossways | |
| Trying to keep my cool with the traffic lights | |
| I've been up and down this line so any times | |
| Girl, it's never right | |
| Me and this machine keep the crazy urban dream | |
| Locked in overflow | |
| Sometimes i swear i could spin these old wheels | |
| Just let it go | |
| Runaway | |
| Is it something that you hear | |
| Coming through the waves on the radio | |
| Or something that you see gently taps your memory | |
| And shoots you down | |
| Those hometown thoughts, school yard dreams and yesterdays | |
| Moving in i just put my head down and drift away | |
| And we're moving up and down, in and out of town | |
| We're all searching for that piece of higher ground | |
| Somewhere... | |
| Runaway |