Текст песни Run Away - Rod Stewart , Bill Haley & His Comets

Sometimes I feel like a frustrated child (alright)
I've got everything I want and there's nothing that I need
I can't stop my brain from running wild, running wild
Oh, running wild, my brain, my brain is running wild

Sometimes I look inside me
And I don't like what I see
Seems like my soul is made of fear, so I took a look outside myself
Try to get myself together
Things have changed, now I'm fine, I've just been messing, messing up my mind

So now my troubles are all over and I'm pleased to find
That I was right and they were wrong, I have messed up my mind
You see those colors, hear those noises, something's burnin'
What's those voices? All those voices, I keep hearing those voices
Oh yeah, come on now