Four years ago
Or so I recall
After the summer
But before the fall
Tragedy stuck
So I placed a call
Without you
Low and behold
Shoot to be told
You were still alive
22 years old
And I'm ashamed to say
Would it be so bold
to doubt you?
Now I wonder what became
of the runaway
You gotta make your grave
Out upon the roads unpaved
Are you gonna run away
It was a sunny day
59 degrees
And the wind was wild
Through the willow tree
Almost strong enough
To bring you back to me
For good
But the windmill faded
To a gentle breeze
Try to hold my breath
But I need to breeth
Got my motor running
So I'm underneath
The hood
Now I wonder what became
of the runaway
You gotta make your grave
Out upon the roads unpaved
Are you gonna run away
I always wanted to say
But if you're running away
I will be running after you
And like a turn of a screw
I will be turning to you
Forever spinning
Like the sun and moon
Running around and around and around
around and around and around
What became
of the runaway
You gotta make your grave
Out upon the roads unpaved
Are you gonna run away
If you ever run away
you ever run away
you ever run away
you ever run away