Tarmac Heartbeat

Running down the road with the tarmac at my feet

Steady pacing

down the same old street

Dust rising up in the cooling air

Just a ghost of a memory

hanging there

I see the horizon starting to bend

Chasing a line that never will end (mmmmm)

RUN,

RUN, RUN Don't let the good times burn

Under the midnight sun

(oh yeah) (ahhhh-aaah-ohhh) (hmmmm-aaah)

Two lanes of blacktop

stretching out wide

Nothing but the shadow running by my side

Leaving the wreckage of yesterday behind

Clearing out the clutter

in a restless mind

RUN, RUN, RUN

Don't let the good times burn

Under the midnight sun

(run on) (ahhhh-aaah-ohhh) (hmmmm-aaah)

White lines flash beneath the wheels,

Chasing down the way it feels,

No looking back, no slowing down,

Just headlights burning out of town.

(run, run, run)