It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was driving
Trees went by, me and Del were singing
Little Runaway I was flying
Running down a dream that never would come to me
Working on a mystery, going wherever it leads
Running down a dream
I felt so good, like anything was possible
Hit cruise control and rubbed my eyes
The last three days the rain was unstoppable
It was always cold, no sunshine
I rolled on, the sky grew dark
I put the pedal down to make some time
There's something good waiting down this road
I'm pickin' up whatever's mine
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