the city street
the desert heat
burns my mind and forces my feet to keep moving
three in the afternoon
wasted
feel my father disapproving
there's a desperation in this town
vultures flank the fools and clowns are crying
shell-shocked and landlocked
don't know if i can leave but i feel like trying
and i'd better run into the sun
until i hit the ocean
words and tears have long dried up with my emotions
just 'cause you don't see the way i feel
please don't question my devotion
blistered and broken
this hearts for sale but no one's a buying
something still burns inside of me
but i can feel it dying
and i'd better run into the sun
until i hit the ocean
and i better run until i hit the ocean
and i better run until i hit the ocean
and i better run until i hit the ocean