Would it be too much   If I just said what I was thinking?   I'm tired of filling the space of days   Translating miles to minutes      It wouldn't take too long   To get to where you are   I'm on my way   I'll see you in a few days      Will you wait up for me?      She says it's a lack of understanding   That gets us by   We have no choice   We are unaware by choice   So we pretend that we're unaffected   As you smile and say goodbye, I realize that      I don't want you to be just another regret   I have enough of them, I'm on my way   Just wait up for me      I'll ask, "Won't you come with me?"   Running under the cover of night   We'll follow the streetlights   To the 80 west sign   Running through fields   We're cutting ourselves on barbed wire fences   Trying to get out of this town   Through the cold   You can see the blood on our clothes    Our breath in the air   Our hearts are singing out   For someone to hear us, can't anyone hear us?   Don't stop 'til someone yells, "Enough."