Running

If I sound a little rough today it’s because I never found myself last night

I was reaching for the shadow of my lady deaf and blinded by the noise and light

I been singing to the moon so long the crickets know my name

We’ve both been tripping inside the walls we know each other’s game

Running, running as the sky turns red. Running is all right I guess but I wish I was in my woman’s bed.

Well things dance upon your shoulders when you’re running without sleep

Well the puddles on the highway they seem so dark and deep

And the cell phones never reach out when you’re nowhere and you need to talk

And the Badlands are aptly named when runnin' turns into a walk

Running, running as the sky turns red. Running is all right I guess but I wish I was in my woman’s bed.

Running is all right I guess but I wish I was in my woman’s bed