runnin' free

the days are long

please don't go

i can't trust myself to be alone

the sun beats down

my wrists burn on the stove

in this lonely '78 motorhome

i stay here alone inside

with the sunday dinner and the summer flies

motorcycles rev outside

from the backyard screen

i hear them drive off into the night

but i know

if i told him i'll die here if i stay

he would hold me in his arms

and he'd love it that way

sad teddy bears on the lawn outside

clean off the mud

hang them up out to dry

try to sleep to pass the time by

but the dogs in the yard

keep me up with their cries in the night

and i know

if i told him i'll die here if i stay

he would hold me in his arms

and he'd love it that way

the days are long

please don't go

i can't trust myself to be alone

it all goes dark

my bangs long overgrown

in this lonely '78 motorhome