I'm sorry

The world is made of fools and liars
They say
I'm neither one thing or the other
My friend

I'm on the road
I'm on the run
Greedy and unfulfilled
I chase the sun

I run away (baby, run away, baby, run away)
Baby, run away (no matter what they say
(No matter what they say)
The wind may dry your tears (baby, run away)
(Baby, run away)
(No matter what they say)
I am sorry

The neon lights
Shall make you blind
But in the darkest alleys
You might find

A shortcut to glory
You gonna fly so high
Synthetic spasms of joy
A shot up to the sky

Oh, yeah (baby, run away, baby, run away)
Baby, run away (no matter what they say
(No matter what they say)
The wind may dry your tears (baby, run away)
(Baby, run away)
(No matter what they say)
I am sorry

Love is now a rotten asset
On sale
In data sheets of profit and losses
Unveiled (unveiled)

A smoking gun
Another tear hits the floor
In a classroom
Or a liquor store
You better run away
Baby run away

Time is a healer
But is a killer too
I've done the best I could
And now it’s up to you

I was just a man
Making my own way
Now I'm one of them
You better run away
Uhhhh
The wind may dry your tears