On the Run

I’m gonna pack my suitcase, I’m on the run… ooh-daba daba da…
I’m on the run, three, two, one
I’m gonna pack my suitcase, I’m on the run
On the run from having fun
In nights at the copa, cause I can’t resist
Shimmering lights shiny boulevards
I’m gonna send you a postcard from san jose
Try to call you in guantanamo bay
Terrible heartache, no «buenas noches»
Send you some flowers from waikiki
I’m on the run. I’m on the run
I’m gonna pack my suitcase, I’m on the run
When something new means no more fun
Drivin' emotions, I’m restless inside, mama said:
Run but you cannot hide!
Pack my things in one-two-three, not gonna leave a trace of me
Playing the streetlife seems to be tough
A night in tunesia was quite enough
I’m on the run. I’m on the run
I’m gonna pack my suitcase, I’m on the run
When nothing else could be done
Memories, pain, we’ve been here before
Did what I did, and I closed that door
Why, tell me why, do we hurt the ones we love?
When I, yes I’m only tryin to get what I need…
I’m on the run. I’m on the run