Runaway

It's not in my nature to stand and fight;

if given the choice, I'll always take flight. 

Like a shot from a gun, I run, I run, I run, I run--

but no matter how far or how fast,

they follow behind me, the ghosts of my past. 

When I look over my shoulder,

it seems they're always getting closer and the lot gets bigger as I get

                                                                                                              older. 

So I lay no roots--I'm on the move.

I find the groove and sing my truth.

And though I wander, I am not lost

because my feet remember every road they ever crossed. 

Like a shot from that gun I run, I run, I run, I run--

and no matter how far or how fast,

they're always behind me, the ghosts of my past.

When I look over my shoulder,

it seems they're always getting closer and the lot gets bigger as I get

                                                                                                            older.

And should I stop

to catch a breath,

I'd certainly meet my death;

so I run that much harder

                and when they get me

                                  I'll die a martyr.

But 'til that day comes,

I'll run, I'll run, I'll run, I'll run, run, I'll run...