We are perpetually running... oh we are..
By the second, by the minute, by the hour
We dont dare to rest.. lest it turns sour..
Some more of the green.. a bit more of power
The places keep on changing, we dont care
New found faces keep disappearing, dont care
There is something calling, have to reach there
We feel something is waiting, some so rare
Stop for a second, just take a look around
Is this what you call ur playing ground?
Or are you just going round and round...
Looking for something... waiting to be found..
Do you know where you are headed, where you wanna go
Or are you just another runaway.. moving with the flow..
