She left for Houston with a bang
Then called me on the phone
She said that things can't be the same
Next week when she comes home
She said she's tired of the games
And I agree they are getting old
You couldn't say it better, babe
I understand, and I'll ready my soul
But if you run
I'm afraid that I will chase you
It is is my blood
I want the things that I can't have
The further the dream, the louder I sing
I'm just like a fiend
Oh, it's the chase that I am so addicted to
The higher the hill, the bigger the thrill
I can't get my fill
So maybe now's the time that we both face the truth
But goodbyes never seem to work with you
There's something beating in my chest
Something that I used to ignore
But now the beating will not rest
It's anchoring me down to the floor
An awfully warranted arrest
Who even knows what I'm fighting for
Well, all I got now is my best
But what'll that do? I'm not really sure
So if this chase
Is the only thing I'm after
Then put me in my place
Don't turn around
Don't let me win
So I suggest you set the scene
To pack your bags and run from me
'cause I'm not man enough to leave this all alone
My heart's at home upon my sleeve
So please don't turn around for me
I'm better off if I believe that I can't win