Running

Who is that man counting the footsteps behind me?

Does he understand? Can he see all the things that I'm hiding?

Does he know what it's like to be captured?

'Cause I don't know and I'd keep it that way

It's a feeling, a freedom I'm after and I hope I find it someday

So I can stop running from all the things that I have done

And I can stop running from whatever I've become, ooh

Who is that man walking the pavement beside me?

Does he understand? Or is he judging the person inside me?

And does he know what it's like to be captured?

'Cause I don't know and I'd keep it that way

It's a feeling, a freedom I'm after and I hope I find it someday

So I can stop running from all the things that I have done

And I can stop running from whatever I've become

So I can stop running from all the things that I have done

And I can stop running from whatever I've become, ooh, ooh

And I can stop running (I'll stop running)

I can stop running

Ooh, I can stop running, running

And I can stop running from whatever I've become, ooh