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