When I Stop Running
When I stop running,
I want for nothing and
I won't be chasing time.
I'll open up my window,
Forget all my sorrow,
Leave my worries behind.
And all the voices that called to me before,
Rush to a whisper standing at your door, Whoa.
When I stop running,
I want for nothing,
I won't be chasing time.
When I stop running,
This old top stops humming,
Well I take a good look around.
I find my life's pace,
Give up this rat race,
Yes I'm up for slowing down.
All the voices that called to me before,
Rush to a whisper standing at your door, Whoa.
When I stop running,
I want for nothing,
I won't be chasing time.
When I stop running,
When I stop running,
I'm going to make you mine.
I am so weary from moving for so long,
But I am ready now,
Whoa, yeah.
When I stop running,
I take my shoes off,
And feel the ground beneath my feet.
Look at that house I left all tattered and ruined,
And build it back up piece by piece.
All the voices that called to me before,
Rush to a whisper standing at your door.
Whoa, yeah.
When I stop running,
I want for nothing,
I won't be chasing time.
When I stop running,
When I stop running,
I'm going to make you mine.
I'm going to make you mine.
I'm going to make you mine.
I want for nothing and
I won't be chasing time.
I'll open up my window,
Forget all my sorrow,
Leave my worries behind.
And all the voices that called to me before,
Rush to a whisper standing at your door, Whoa.
When I stop running,
I want for nothing,
I won't be chasing time.
When I stop running,
This old top stops humming,
Well I take a good look around.
I find my life's pace,
Give up this rat race,
Yes I'm up for slowing down.
All the voices that called to me before,
Rush to a whisper standing at your door, Whoa.
When I stop running,
I want for nothing,
I won't be chasing time.
When I stop running,
When I stop running,
I'm going to make you mine.
I am so weary from moving for so long,
But I am ready now,
Whoa, yeah.
When I stop running,
I take my shoes off,
And feel the ground beneath my feet.
Look at that house I left all tattered and ruined,
And build it back up piece by piece.
All the voices that called to me before,
Rush to a whisper standing at your door.
Whoa, yeah.
When I stop running,
I want for nothing,
I won't be chasing time.
When I stop running,
When I stop running,
I'm going to make you mine.
I'm going to make you mine.
I'm going to make you mine.
Credits
Writer(s): Jay Nash, Tony Lucca, Matthew T Duke
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