| The Running Kind |
| I was born the running kind, leaving always on my mind Home was never home to me at anytime Every front door found me open I would find the back door open There just had to be a lesson for the running kind Within me there's a prison, surrounding me alone As real as any dungeon with a wall of stone I know running's not the answer, but running's been my nature And a part of me that keeps me moving on I was born the running kind, leaving always on my mind Home was never home to me at anytime Every front door found me open I would find the back door open There just had to be a lesson for the running kind |