(Composição: Joey Tempest) Running out on the streets He lives from day to day Looking for someting to do He needs to get away. Hoping that maybe one day He could be someone Praying that maybe someday He could be number one. In his world of make believe He always tends to be On the loose, so young, so tough, so wild On the loose, again. Dreaming, dreaming about All the things he'd like to do Trying, trying so hard To make it all up to you
