Chin-up

Now I've set off on my own A burlap bag and a pair of rubber soles. I'm taking in a deep breath to relax To let it all out, to forget the past. I've got my ticket to the Big Apple I Turn around - there's noone running after... Ask aloud, but noones got the answers Just move on, no sense in chasing after The past, bury it deep into the ground. Chin-up, Chin-up, Move out, Move out. Nothings gonna change my mind Not a delayed flight, not even your eyes. "And what if she tries to call you up?" Grow-up, pick-up, and say good-bye. I know I'll make it through the nights alone... without her, with... out... her... Ask aloud, but noones got the answers Just move on, no sense in chasing after The past, bury it deep into the ground. Chin-up, Chin-up, Move out, Move out.