Lyrics: Ben Sidran
Music: Ben Sidran
You're my man
You got no plan, you got no leads
You're just sewing seeds
Chasing dreams
So it seems that
Chances are,
You've got to run away
Chances are, chances are
I like your face
Got no style, got no grace
But in their place
You got heart
And that's your start to move
They don't care what you do
As long as they approve
They don't care what you've been through
They don't care if you
Hang with the others or
Stand by your brothers
Find your groove
And now and then bring a friend
And if you're in need, simply send
A single word of love
Chances are
You've got to run away
Run away...