Gonna pack up all my things
I’m on the run again come the morning
Gonna cover up my tracks
I’m never looking back come the morning.
Why do I run?
Why do I run?
Why do I run when I’ve only just begun?
The sharpest knife can’t cut you out
In the dead of night your eyes still haunt me
Like a photograph through broken glass
You’re under my bed
Behind the mask.
So why try
when I know
I’ll never get it right?
Why did I go?
I’ve only just begun.
It was never if
but when
I’d come crawling back again one summer morning
Guess I’m never gonna learn
to let that fire burn through the morning.
Why do I run?
Why do I run?
Why do I run when I’ve only just begun?
Wow. Bob, you can really sing. And the song… perfect for my mood right now.
Thanks again Kim!