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