Ride On

I got something in my pocket that makes it hard for me to stay

When I lay down I can feel it, every night and every day

It's a dream I can't get hold of, it's a certain way to be

Lord knows I try to lose it, but it will not let me be

Ride on, ride on

Is it something that I'm needing, is it something that I fear

Am I chasing or am I running? do I want it to be here?

So strap your scars up, pull your belt in tight

Tell yourself it's worth the pain, 'till that something in your pocket

Ain't never felt again

Ride on, ride on, keep riding on

Are you looking out, for what's missing inside

You can scream and shout, but you can never ever hide

So strap your scars up, pull your belt in tight

Tell yourself it's worth the pain

To let something in your pocket

Ain't never felt again

Ride on, ride on, keep riding on

© Chris Rea & Jazzee Blue