It's Too Late (Dirty South Radio Edit)

Monday morning, hesitate, I can't get out of bed
I'd rather go back to the dreams I'm living in my head, yeah
Tuesday evening, pack my bags, I'm heading out the door
I left a box of memories lying on the floor, yeah
Ride on
Running, running, running, running, running, running
Running, running, running, running, running, running
I'm running from the city lights, I'm running from this empty life
I'm running out of time tonight, I'm screaming out for help, help
Ride on