running kind

i was born the running kind

with leaving always on my mind

home was never home to me at anytime

every front door found me hopin'

i would find the back door open

there just had to be an exit

for the running kind

within me there's a prison

surrounding me alone

as real as any dungeon with walls of stone

i know running's not the answer

but running's been my nature

and a part of me

that keeps me moving on

i was born the running kind

with leaving always on my mind

home was never home to me at anytime

every front door found me hopin'

i would find the back door open

there just had to be an exit

for the running kind