I'm gonna pack my suitcase, I'm on the run… ooh-daba daba da… I'm on the run, three, two, one I'm gonna pack my suitcase, I'm on the run On the run from having fun In 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 Drivin' 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 streetlife seems to be tough A night in tunesia was quite enough I'm on the run. I'm on the run I'm gonna pack my suitcase, I'm on the run When nothing else could be done Memories, pain, we've been here before Did what I did, and I closed that door Why, tell me why, do we hurt the ones we love? When I, yes I'm only tryin to get what I need… I'm on the run. I'm on the run