I bought a bottle of wine for luck

And I stepped out of Good Richard's truck

Trying to believe the scene before my eyes

I know it's just the old highway

But sometimes it feels like home to me

I'm running again

And I'm starting to realize

 

That (And) I'm running again

Running from something I don't understand

It's no use to pretend

Down the road with my heels in the wind

I'm running again

I'm running again

 

No stars over L.A. tonight

I'm sailing clean out of sight

Back home on the highway again

In a twilight condition

My thoughts all spinning

The bottle was empty

You'd best keep on running to win