Running Wild (Written and Composed by Scott Woodruff and Doug Peach)
Traveling away to a distant land there is nobody here that I can understand got my wallet in my pocket but my money is no good your looking at a man who's misunderstood waiting for the train I smoke another cigaret listening for the sound I can hear it right in front of me my feet are cold there's a hole in my shoe what in the world have I got myself into?
Thought I could travel the world with no confusion thought I found this thought to be just an illusion
These days I feel just like a child these days I feel like running wild on my way to the place I never know what will you say when I return home
yo viajo argentina, tokyo, and thailand yo bebo un cervesa con my loco friends I found some mierda en el aqua put me out for a week el approximo dia yo estube sick cuatro dias en mi cama es where I lay my ass was rainier than the month of may frio y casado, yo no estoy felix sittin' on the can I can barely breath
I thought I could drink the water from the mountain stream though I was shitting my brains out for a week
These days I feel just like a child these days I feel like running wild on my way, to the place I never know what will you say when I return home