We've set our course and
we're going nowhere in this land of broken glass.
Barefoot and smoking the grass,
Running on our own,
not even fully grown.
Not knowing what to expect
and no chance to reflect.
Run run run your life away,
No matter what I do or what you say.
Running on stumps on a salt bed,
examining the thought in my head.
Running away was never the out way,
we've come so far from yesterday..
No where looks new,
Seeing it for the red and blue.
Not the fools we were pretty and clean
till we understand the black from the green.
So now we backpedal in out minds to days gone by
but we still run our worried pace,
With every run showing in the lines on your face,
We're the here and now and to the next run we must plow.

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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