Boy On The Run

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

And watches the circles as they slowly fade

He fills the air with sudden laughter

As he thinks of all the plans that he made

Well he's scared of the future

In need of the past

Just sitting here

Watching his hour glass

Down the street the accordions are calling

Stay away boy, there's nothing for you here

And he 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