Running Out

The flies go round the merry go round As I’m running past your house Raising cobwebs with my fingers Running out Running out Running Out

A tree trunk with a horse’s head Disconnected from everyone

If that guy talks to me I’ll kill him Running out Running out Running out

Let’s pick blackberries

That have dried out on the vine

And I’ll listen to your stories

If you take away mine

Running out Running out Running out If you take away mine

Running out running out running out

The flies go round the merry go round And you’re playing guitar inside Raising cobwebs with your fingers Running out Running out Running Out