| Because I always feel like running
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| Not away, because there is no such place
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| Because, if there was I would have found it by now
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| Because it’s easier to run,
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| Easier than staying and finding out you’re the only one… who didn’t run
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| Because running will be the way your life and mine will be described
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| As in «the long run»
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| Or as in having given someone a «run for his money»
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| Or as in «running out of time»
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| Because running makes me look like everyone else,
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| Though I hope there will ever be cause for that
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| Because I will be running in the other direction,
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| Not running for cover
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| Because if I knew where cover was,
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| I would stay there and never have to run for it Not running for my life,
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| Because I have to be running for something of more value
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| To be running and not in fear
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| Because the thing I fear cannot be escaped, eluded, avoided,
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| Hidden from, protected from, gotten away from,
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| Not without showing the fear as I see it now
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| Because closer, clearer, no sir, nearer
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| Because of you and because of that nice
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| That you quietly, quickly be causing
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| And because you’re going to see me run soon
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| And because you’re going to know why I’m running then
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| You’ll know then
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| Because I’m not going to tell you now |