Probably Built in the Fifties

I might be moving to the east To part my ways And I will try to get something I don't have yet If I do, I will look at it For days and days Untill I will never forget I have heard this mental search Has made them all Take a look along the border Having the urge For their minds To be lifted To something new I'm running to meet My higher self I trust the speed Untill I have no need To run anymore Miles and miles I run I hear my feet And I hear myself breathe Heavily I trust the speed Untill I have no need To run anymore Miles and miles I run