The Running Kind

I was born the running kind with leaving always on my mind

Home was never home to me at any time

Every front door found me hoping, I would find the back door open

There just had to be an exit for the running kind



Within me there's a prison, surrounding me alone

As real as any dungeon with its wall of stone

I know running's not the answer, yeah, 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 any time

Every front door found me hoping, I would find the back door open

There just had to be an exit for the running kind



I was born the running kind with leaving always on my mind

Home was never home to me at any time

Every front door found me hoping, I would find the back door open

There just had to be an exit for the running kind