Beating like a hammer Help I'm alive My heart keeps beating like a hammer They're gonna eat me alive Hard to be soft Tough to be tender Come take my pulse the pace is on a runaway train If you're still alive My regrets are few

You got me runnin', you got me runnin' Oh no no never thought I'd feel so low But I ain't gonna hide And yesterday everything seemed okay Yeah you better run and hide away Oh you better hide Let me through don't spoil my view I gotta get away, away from

Pounding all these spikes in my veins Looking at my thoughts, I take my time Never gonna run away But the pain always gets in the way Slowly watch me die I’m insane, so dangerous Don’t you dare get in my way Throwing in the towel Got me strained, so

And it feels like rain, like yesterday And the clouds roll in, the sunlight fades away again And I'm so damn sure, I'm gonna close that door You'll be the first to know When I've found what I'm looking for I want to run with the sun on my face Ride

We can't wait 'til tomorrow You gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it? I knew that when I met you, I'm not gonna let you runaway (And we're all just runaways) Blonde hair blowin' in the summer wind A blue-eyed girl playing in the sand

Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat because You're gonna sing the words wrong Lady, running down to the riptide Oh, and they come unstuck Oh lady, running down

You showed me my tomorrow Beside a box of matches A welcome threatening stir My hopes of being stolen Might just ring true Depends who you prefer But if it's true you're gonna run away Tell me where I'll meet you there

Mr Johnson must get out Mr Johnson must be free Mr Johnson must get wild Before the night He runs to get out He rushes to get out He'd better watch out, not gonna burn Up finding his way, flying away

Round and round Till you show me what this life is for I won’t run away this time I’m not gonna let you change my mind You don’t have to hold your head up high We are all living the same way We are escaping the same way We are a part of the same play

Expectations Prom Queen, Miss America In the backseat in a pair of cuffs Never be Miss America Baby, innocence one day gonna be decadence Sixteen, little runaway From the Five-O and you got away