When you're runnin' and you're gunnin' And you got no place to go You'll find that I'm right there Almost every time you're low So why don't you Just open up the door? You're ridin' round and drivin' All around the Eastern Blows And inside the little cafes Writing down your earnest fears Freaky thoughts Hold up, messin' with your life And I know that you're scared all the time That's not to say you're not the strong one When we're alone What's the matter? Are you glad or what? Have you lost your silly ways? I'm not tryin' to keep buyin' Into your long and sad days So open up your heart To what could be your favorite part . . . . . . . . . . . .
