(Joey Tempest)
Running out on the streets
He lives from day to day

Looking for someting to do
He needs to get away.


Hoping that maybe one day
He could be someone
Praying that maybe someday

He could be number one.

In his world of make believe

He always tends to be

On the loose, so young, so tough, so wild


On the loose, again.


Dreaming, dreaming about
All the things he'd like to do
Trying, trying so hard

To make it all up to you.