The Art of Running Away

I'm making my way downtown Nobody else is around It's two in the morning in a hurricane warning And I'm feeling free I stumbled upon old man selling roses He said take one for your mother, one for your lover And he smiled back at me And he said It gets so hard sometimes with nothing to live for but your dreams And everything to keeps falling apart If you cannot see the light surrounding you tonight Know that the darkest hour is right before the dawn I fell asleep on the plane Cause they're way too fast for my brain I woke up from dreaming, heard somebody screaming And thought I would die So I cracked the window open wide Falling 10,000 feet through the sky I saw nothing but ocean, all in slow motion, and I closed my eyes It gets so hard sometimes When you can't determine life from a dream And everything you see is fading away If living is easier with both of your eyes closed What do you do if you can't sleep You could have a cabin way out in the woods Your own little island like anybody could If they had enough money But would it bring you closer to God I'm not against the Art of Running Away I myself prefer the nights on the Lost Highway But sooner or later you get back to where you belong Sometimes we feel so confused Other times we feel so abused So brutally beat down, we put our feet down And drive through the night We go where no one can follow Head back to the city we know The bells are all ringing, the traffic is singing It feels so alive It feels so good when you say That you've got a friend to lean on And everything you do will turn out fine If you can not feel the love around you in your life Know that you're loved and always will be Cause you could have a cabin way out in the woods Your own little island like anybody could If you had enough money But would it bring you closer to God I'm not against the art of running away I myself prefer the nights on the Lost Highway But sooner or later you get back to where you belong