Was it the January winds on your face?Or the longing for personal space?Or were your crimes just too hard to erase?(Mmm)Was it the way you'd get caught in the rainIn a heat that you cannot explain?Or did the rent finally drive you away?What an interesting card to have playedWell, go chase the sunGo chase the sunGo chase the sunAnd see what you could becomeWas it the trains on a Saturday night?Or the way that your neighbours would fight?Or did you start to believe all the hype?(Mmm)Was it the homeless begging for change?Or 'cause nobody listened to the things you would say?Or did your friends just convince you to stay?What an interesting card to have playedWell, go chase the sunGo chase the sunGo chase the sunAnd see what you could becomeI'll sit and wait for whatever it isThat keeps me believing in a city like thisBe it the people or be it the viewsI am not lost and I am not confusedSo you can go chase the sunGo chase the sunGo chase the sunAnd see what you could becomeGo chase the sunGo chase the sunGo chase the sunAnd see what you could become