Sunday morning, my town is sleeping
Lying all alone in my bed
There’s not a sound, I can’t help but listening
Wishing I was somewhere else instead
But sometimes they’re too hard to handle
These voices inside my head.
Listen now.
I’m gonna run to you
I’m gonna come to you
I wanna find you
In everything that I do
I’m gonna run to you
I’m gonna count on you
I’m gonna follow
Baby, what else can I do?
