Wealth and wages can make my life sweet, 
wine and music can be a nice treat…
Charm an beauty is pleasing to the eyes
But real true love is something you can’t hide…

Like a minor searching for that hidding gold
When I look to love, there's no stones unturned
A man who is chasing after no wind
I', a man who believes in love and dreams

Runaway dreams are in my head, I’ve got runaway dreams in my head.


I exist in a world of emptyness
But everyone there seems to have success
I try to conform, try to change my ways
But love does0nt seem to come my way

I've given it thoughts, I've given it will
If I don't find love it will kill
I'm searching, I'm searching for that hidding gold
For me then only, a new life could unfold

Runaway dreams are in my head, I’ve got runaway dreams in my head.
Runaway dreams are in my head, I’ve got runaway dreams in my head.