Baby, sometimes I feel like dying,
driving while I'm closing my eyes.
Moving in and out of hiding,
trying to catch some truth in my life.
Watching your stars and your moonlight,
come tumbling down from the sky.
Take it now.
I'm gonna run to you, I'm gonna come to you,
I wanna find you in everything that I do.
I'm gonna run to you, I'm gonna count on you,
I'm gonna follow. Baby, what else can I do?
Sunday morning, my town is sleeping.
Lying all alone in my bed,
there's not a sound, I can't help but listening.
Wishing I was somewhere else instead.
But sometimes they're too hard to handle,
these voices inside my head.
Listen now.
I'm gonna run to you, I'm gonna come to you,
I wanna find you in everything that I do.
I'm gonna run to you, I'm gonna count on you,
I'm gonna follow. Baby, what else can I do?
Take a walk inside my dream:
A church, a lonely road.
All the people come and go and come and go.
I'm gonna run to you, I'm gonna come to you.
Do it now!
I'm gonna run to you, I'm gonna count on you.
I'm gonna run to you, I'm gonna come to you,
I wanna find you in everything that I do.
I'm gonna run to you, I'm gonna count on you,
I'm gonna follow. Baby, what else can I do?
