Mass., or Maine,
I will not feel insain.
I'll run by the cover of night,
to my old rusty bike.

and I'll peddel away,
never to look back,
for you seem so far away, my love
but I'll runaway,

just to see your smileing face.
You are my everything,
and my all,
and for you, I fall.

I'll go form sea to sea,
just to see,
your wonderful smile,
and my heart won't even let me die, till i meet you.