I run, I run, I run far from

You to the apple tree in my yard

With my dress all bundled up in my hands

Dirt on my feet, I'm dreaming again

I run, I run, I run far from

You to the lilac tree in my yard

No more swing set for the girl who is all grown up

No more tea parties, parades, or mothers-in-law

I hold my breath past the cemetery

My brother wins, he can hold it much longer than me

Gravel roads, spare car keys, rattling steering wheels

Children and horses, old barns and old doggone old fields

I run, I run, I run far from

You to the watered streets of Oregon

With a coffee cup half full in my hands

And I'm praying that my savior would just place a gun in my head

I run, I walk, I lie far from

Freaks and lying cheats on the tip of my tongue

The moon hides in the sky behind rows of treetops

And I'm wishing I was somewhere up there with the mermaids and stars

I run, I run, I run far from

Reality to escape who I've become

Insanity is close at my back

And I'm getting rather numb from the snakes who have blurred my vision