He was running like a native across the creek
Singing in the field in the wind in the sun
There he goes racing down the street
Just like a boy on the run
He takes a stone and throws it in the water
Watches the circles as they slowly fade
He fills the air with sudden laughter
As he thinking about all the plans he made
Well he's scared of the future
In need of the past
Just sitting here
Watching his hour glass
Down the streets the accordions are calling
Stay away there's nothing for you here
And hear can hear the buildings falling
As they're stripping away all of his years
He was running like a native across the creek
Singing in the field in the wind in the sun
There he goes racing down the street
Just like a boy on the run
