Sound of a Gun

In the here and the now I wait Down among the young and the old With the moon and the ground I play With my children in my home This is for the daughters and sons of forgotten ones Learning how to stand This is for the innocent unknowns Burried in the sand All running from a sound of a gun Running from the sound of a gun, till you're weary Running from the sound of a gun Running from the sound of a gun From the crack in the blackness I wake It's getting closer every night In my city, the playground is a battleground Between the wrong and the right I could run free as a child I was safe and wild, naked and unarmed Now I'm grown and safe in my home But some will never stop Running from the sound of a gun Running from the sound of a gun, till you're weary Running from the sound of a gun Running from the sound of a gun The open mouth of the city swallowed up the town With that same old concrete that I still walk down And it seems they put a shine on this place when I was young Maybe I just don't see it now Running from the sound of a gun Running from the sound of a gun, till you're weary Running from the sound of a gun Running from the sound of a gun, hey! Running from the sound of a gun Running from the sound of a gun Running from the sound of a gun Running from, running from the sound of a gun