Every time I travel to a new city.
I go on my run every day.
Often there's a side walk where I send my running feet
Woah, this time I think ill run a different way

And now I'm on the these yellow lines running through the cart
Now I'm jumping up on hedges high
I climb in a window let ajar
Over conference table where they meet

Keeping steady clip
I free my mind when I run off course
Just like a zigzag radar blip
When I try to use my mind to figure where I ought to go

Woah, my pace can be painfully slow
But when I let my sneakers run me up and over hills
I bring myself to you in your green ora glow
I moved off that radar screen

Just like a shooting star
I wont try to come back soon now that I've gone so far
My legs they climb me up so high
Now I feel the power

See me on your radar screen
You'll find me perched on the Eiffel tower
Climb your tiny radar blip flashing across your screen
I times

Hiding there unseen
I'm your tiny radar blip flashing across your screen
I'm your tiny radar blip your my radar queen
I'm your tiny radar blip hiding and I'm seen

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Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): MIKE GORDON