The city street, the desert heat
Burns my mind and forces my feet to keep moving
Three in the afternoon

Wasted, feel my father disapproving
There's a desperation in this town
Vultures flank the fools and clowns are crying

Shell-shocked and landlocked
Don't know if I can leave but I feel like trying


And I'd better run into the sun
Until I hit the ocean


Words and tears have long dried up with my emotions

Just 'cause you don't see the way I feel

Please don't question my devotion
Blistered and broken
This hearts for sale but no one's a buying

Something still burns inside of me
But I can feel it dying


And I'd better run into the sun
Until I hit the ocean


And I better run until I hit the ocean (x3)