Papa, he was gone tryna make a dime Mama kept us warm when there was no sunshine I was busy building up a reputation Did a lot of things out of desperation Back up on my feet, got the motivation Now I found my faith and a good vibration Search for you, love of creation When you're feeling down in this place Just replace them Keep a vision on the one you've been chasing When the time comes we'll run to the station We've been laced with the powers of creation So when the sun sets You bet you must face them Remember when we were running 'cross the nation We were living for the here and now You can't catch me I'll be gone by the time they come You can't catch me The war is already won Even though the children have sold their guns We must remember the fallen ones Remember the fallen ones, yeah, oh yeah Raised in the capital of Port-au-Prince Born with them pillars in them tenements Papa used to run from the immigration When we got to the United Station A teen under pressure got to blend in Before the guitar I had a MAC-10 Thanks for you, love of creation When you're feeling down in this place Just replace them Keep a vision on the one you've been chasing When the time come we run to the station We've been laced with the powers of creation So when the sun sets You bet you must face them Remember when we were running 'cross the nation We were living for the here and now You can't catch me I'll be gone by the time they come You can't catch me The war is already won Even though the children have sold their guns We must remember the fallen ones Remember the fallen ones, yeah oh yeah

I bought a brand new airmobile It was custom made It was a Flight DeVille With an outboard motor And some hideaway wings Push in on the button and you can hear her sing Now you can't catch me No, baby, you can't catch me 'Cause if you get too close You know I'm gone like a cool breeze New Jersey Turnpike in the wee wee hours I was rolling slowly 'cause of drizzlin' showers Up come a flattop he was movin' up with me Then come sailin' goodbye In a little old suped up jitney I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll Moanin' sirens, was the state patrol So I get out my wings and then I blew my horn Bye-bye New Jersey I become airborne Now you can't catch me No, baby you can't catch me 'Cause if you get too close You know I'm gone like a cool breeze Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night Wasn't no gray cloud floatin' in sight Big full moon shinin' up above Cuddle up honey be my love Sweetest little thing that I ever seen I'm gonna name you Mabelline Flyin' with all the things set on flight control Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll Two, three hours passin' by Altitude dropped to 505 Fuel consumption way too fast Let's get on home before we run out of gas Now you can't catch me No baby, you can't catch me 'Cause if you get too close You know I'm gone like a cool breeze