Chasing the Sun Chasing the Sun for you Spending the day Driving away the blues And there's nothing like Losing track of the time, who's counting? Winding around Are we up, are we down the mountain?
Write a postcard to you When you're in the other room Just writing to say that I can't find my clothes If you're looking for something to do Drop everything I'm doing Nobody needs me here I'll go wherever you are going I'll be somewhere near I can't seem to get anything done With someone like you around Everyone's wondered where I've gone Having too much fun, having too much fun
Doing nothing, doing nothing Busy doing, doing nothing Busy doing, busy doing Doing nothing Chasing the Sun Chasing the Sun for you Spending the day Driving away the blues Driving away, driving away Driving away the blues Driving away, driving away Driving away the blues Driving away, driving away Driving away the blues
