Running Up the Highway (Live)
Quit my job at the 7-Eleven
[Incomprehensible] and a glance of heaven
Picked up my six string, began to play, yeah
All your dreams will drift away
All your dreams will come true
Lovely mansion with a pool so blue
A red Ferrari and a model for a wife
Oh yes, it looks like I was born for the good life
Running up the highway looking for something
Looking for something I can't see
Running up the highway looking for something
Looking for something I can't see
A thousand motels waiting to trash
TV dinners, well, I love that bash
And if you seen Eddie, just say
"Hi, this party's started so drop on by, oh"
All your dreams will come true
A sunny haven from the inland revenue
[Incomprehensible] Paris and a chance to dance
Since I signed up I've been living in a trance
Running up the highway looking for something
Looking for something I can't see
Running up the highway looking for something
Looking for something I can't see, yeah
I'm feeling sick like dawn of the dead
I've got marines marching through my head
John-Boy Walton, he's so nice
So this is what you call paradise, oh yeah
Now all your dreams will come true
That lovely mansion with a pool so blue
A red Ferrari and a model for a wife
Oh yes, it looks like I was born for the good life
Running up the highway looking for something
Looking for something I can't see
Running up the highway looking for something
Looking for something I can't see
Come on
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