I wake in the morning with one thing on my mindnTo get up on my feet and be on my waynThe wide roads are calling and I’m running out of timenTo make the most of this exciting day nnHey! nnEverybody’s gotta end up somewherenI’m just taking my time to get therenAnd it looks like freedom and it smells like funnBut it feels like being on the run nnI wake in the morning with one thing in my headnThe haunting sound of chords I’ve yet to playnIt sounds like a warning that maybe I should stay in bednBefore these winding roads lead my astray nnHey! nnEverybody’s gotta end up somewherenI’m just taking my time to get therenAnd it looks like freedom and it smells like funnBut it feels like being on the run nnSomewhere there’s a place for us, a place for usnWhere?nThere’s a place for us... nnEverybody’s gotta end up somewherenI’m just taking my time to get therenAnd it looks like freedom and it smells like funnBut it feels like being on the runn