On the Run

I'm gonna pack my suitcase, I'm on the run
On the run from having fun
Nights at the Copa 'cause I can't resist
Shimmering lights, shiny boulevards
I'm gonna send you a postcard from San Jose
Try to call you in Guantanamo Bay
Terrible heartache, no buenas noches
Send you some flowers from Waikiki
I'm on the run
I'm on the run
I'm gonna pack my suitcase, I'm on the run
When something new means no more fun
Driving emotions, I'm restless inside
Mama said run but you cannot hide
Pack my things in one, two, three
Not gonna leave a trace of me
Playing the street life seems to be tough
And I think Tunisia was quite enough
I'm on the run
I'm on the run
I'm on the run
I'm on the run, yeah yeah
I'm gonna pack my suitcase, I'm on the run
When nothing else could be done
Glamorous pain, been here before
Did what I did and I closed the door
Why, tell me why, do we hurt the ones we love?
When I, yes I, only try to get what I need
I'm on the run
I'm on the run
I'm on the run
I'm on the run, yeah yeah