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