songbook

Running Home
J. P. Riemens (SOCAN) (2003)

Sunny Sunday morning,
I went out for a ride,
Lookin' for a place I've never been before,
Somewhere that I could easily hide,
I drove around and 'round for hours,
A bigger circle every time,
You must have had yourself a transmitting tower,
Cause I, just couldn't get you off of my mind

So I turn this car around,
And head on back to town,
There is nothing else that I could do,
I must be hypnotized, 'Cause every time I ride,
I come running home to you,

I've always been a loner,
I've never wanted for a thing so frail,
You came along and put this spell on me,
And you locked me up in your lovers jail,
I try to run, my engine sputters,
I never seem to get too far,
You could pick me up out of a gutter and,
Play my strings like a new guitar,

So I turn this car around,
And head on back to town,
There is nothing else that I could do,
I must be hypnotized,'Cause every time I ride,
I come running home to you,

I don't need an explanation, I may never understand,
How did you find me here, You're in my mind so clear,
Your every wish is my command,

So I turn this car around,
And head on back to town,
There is nothing else that I could do,
I must be hypnotized, 'Cause every time I ride,
I come running home,
I come running home,
I come running home to you.