Runaway Train

What's that sad look? That look on your face Things will get easy babe, just gotta make that break This pain apart, it ain't a curse from somethin' we did wrong Call it love or lust, it's just different that's all I was born to run, so run I may Come take my hand on this runaway train And it's all down the free way's Freight cars and card games And little roads with no names Storm the lays and airport bars, airport bars And we've seen Italian sunsets Drank wine with some old Brits They laughed at my boots 'cause they have more holes than a fishing net But that's fine, they work just fine I was born to run, so run I may Come take my hand on this runaway train What's that sad look? That look on your face