There are stretches of West Texas that don't even have a name
We stopped and took the chance to gas up every time it came
The scorching smell of summer vapor rising from the road
Strapped into a fuselage and waiting to explode
Everyone out in this desert is just passing through or lost
Dissipate into the atmosphere like smoke from the exhaust
Keep your eyes on the horizon, back turned towards the wind
At every highway's ending, find another one begins
On the run
On the run
Running from an enemy who does not have a name
We are running out of money but we must stay in the game
Running from the sinking feeling that this never ends
From anything that's preordained, it feels like giving in
Well, it don't make no difference how far away you go
Seems like we just end up in the one place we really know
On the run
On the run
If heaven feels like standing still I'd rather go to hell
We are running from the silence at the bottom of the well
Running from becoming another book up on the shelf
We are running from each other, we are running from ourselves
And it don't make no difference how far away you go
Seems like we just end up in the one place we really know
On the run
On the run
On the run
