Running

Who is that man counting the footsteps behind me?
Does he understand? Can he see all the things that I'm hiding?
Does he know what it's like to be captured?
'Cause I don't know and I'd keep it that way
It's a feeling, a freedom I'm after and I hope I find it someday
So I can stop running from all the things that I have done
And I can stop running from whatever I've become, ooh
Who is that man walking the pavement beside me?
Does he understand? Or is he judging the person inside me?
And does he know what it's like to be captured?
'Cause I don't know and I'd keep it that way
It's a feeling, a freedom I'm after and I hope I find it someday
So I can stop running from all the things that I have done
And I can stop running from whatever I've become
So I can stop running from all the things that I have done
And I can stop running from whatever I've become, ooh, ooh
And I can stop running (I'll stop running)
I can stop running
Ooh, I can stop running, running
And I can stop running from whatever I've become, ooh