Running Kind

I was born the running kind

with leaving always on my mind

Home was never home to me at anytime

Every front door found me hopin'

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

with leaving always on my mind

Home was never home to me at anytime

Every front door found me hopin'

I would find the back door open

There just had to be a lesson

for the running kind