The Running Kind

I was born the running kind with leaving always on my mind Home was never home to me at any time Every front door found me hoping, 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 its wall of stone I know running's not the answer, yeah, 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 any time Every front door found me hoping, I would find the back door open There just had to be an exit for the running kind I was born the running kind with leaving always on my mind Home was never home to me at any time Every front door found me hoping, I would find the back door open There just had to be an exit for the running kind