I Can’t Outrun You

Ninety-five down the interstate
Mile high on a jet plane
Desert road or a downtown train
It's all the same
I can't outrun you

Now I can move to another town
And nobody to ask where you are now
LA or Mexico
No matter where I go
I can't outrun you

You're in my heart
You're in my mind
Everywhere ahead
Everywhere behind
Every turn I take
You're right around the bend

It's like your ghost is chasing me
When I'm awake
When I'm asleep
There's a part of you in every part of me

And I can't outrun you
I can't outrun you

Now I've had chances with a girl or two
But all I ever saw was you
Holdin' my hand
Kissin' my face
I guess some pictures never fade

You're in my heart
You're in my mind
Everywhere ahead
Everywhere behind
Every turn I take
You're right around the bend

It's like your ghost is chasing me
When I'm awake
When I'm asleep
There's a part of you
In every part of me

I can't outrun you. No.
I can't outrun you. No.
I can't outrun

Thought there might just come a time
Wouldn't regret tellin' you goodbye
But lookin' back
Should'a realized
I can't outrun you
I can't outrun you
I can't outrun you

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