Saw her by the station late last night Tears in her eyes but she looked all right I should've made her stay, but I drove straight by Tired of running after the running kind She was in my arms this time last year Opened up my arms and she disappeared I looked all around and now I find I'm tired of running after the running kind Everybody says I should take my time The time I've got left doesn't feel like mine It wouldn't make a difference if I changed my mind I'd still be running after the running kind Every sound I hear is a false alarm Pushing me away with open arms So I will be the one who's left behind No more running after the running kind