Running
Well
I’ve been looking around, I’ve been looking around here
I’m
searching for something in which I could adhere
I’m
riding up and down this slide
Searching
for a place in which I could hide
I’m
running
Running
away
From
all these feelings I carry each and every day
I’m
running from A I’m running from B
The
truth of the matter’s that I’m running from me
Well
the past may come knocking on your front door
But
like the shops downtown I’m open twenty or more
I
can’t seem to escape these things that haunt me
Tell
me why must I suffer from your history
Well
now you may not remember but I look in your eyes
And
it unburies the past I’ve hidden inside
And
although I love you and I always will
This is one thing you can’t, walk away from at will
©1994 Sean Moore
