Maybe I Could Run
There's a little man inside my head,
Telling me it's time I get ahead,
Says that I've been missing the good things
That life has to give.
Better buckle down, dress for success,
Get a better job behind a desk,
Time to stop your dreaming
And find some secure little nest.
Maybe it's a fact that a poor boy
Is under the gun,
Maybe I could run.
Maybe I could run from the feeling
That there's no where left to run,
Maybe I could run.
Look at all the cars passing me by,
Windows full of kids out for a ride,
People with a mission in life
And the courage to lie.
God I'm all alone, here on the fence,
First I'm turning right then to the left,
Being only scenery
I can't seem to make any sense.
In camouflage they cage you with
Sweet sounds of boundless success.
Maybe I could run.
Maybe I could run from the feeling
That there's no where left to run,
And hide from what I must do
And hope that it all gets done.
Here within my humble home
I can't relax, my thoughts will roam,
I know I'm here too much alone,
But danger waits outside I'm told,
And aren't we all just passing time,
You paint, I write, we'll be denied
Our choices, chance, achievement's fate,
Awaiting judgment, (the part I hate)
To risk to try, to fall and fail,
Too much too soon...
I'd rather run,
I'd rather run.
I've lost so much time waiting outside,
Trying to find something
Worth hanging onto,
Could I be wrong to believe in the sun.
Maybe I could run.
Maybe I could run.
Maybe I could run from the feeling
That there's nowhere left to run,
Maybe I could run.
Telling me it's time I get ahead,
Says that I've been missing the good things
That life has to give.
Better buckle down, dress for success,
Get a better job behind a desk,
Time to stop your dreaming
And find some secure little nest.
Maybe it's a fact that a poor boy
Is under the gun,
Maybe I could run.
Maybe I could run from the feeling
That there's no where left to run,
Maybe I could run.
Look at all the cars passing me by,
Windows full of kids out for a ride,
People with a mission in life
And the courage to lie.
God I'm all alone, here on the fence,
First I'm turning right then to the left,
Being only scenery
I can't seem to make any sense.
In camouflage they cage you with
Sweet sounds of boundless success.
Maybe I could run.
Maybe I could run from the feeling
That there's no where left to run,
And hide from what I must do
And hope that it all gets done.
Here within my humble home
I can't relax, my thoughts will roam,
I know I'm here too much alone,
But danger waits outside I'm told,
And aren't we all just passing time,
You paint, I write, we'll be denied
Our choices, chance, achievement's fate,
Awaiting judgment, (the part I hate)
To risk to try, to fall and fail,
Too much too soon...
I'd rather run,
I'd rather run.
I've lost so much time waiting outside,
Trying to find something
Worth hanging onto,
Could I be wrong to believe in the sun.
Maybe I could run.
Maybe I could run.
Maybe I could run from the feeling
That there's nowhere left to run,
Maybe I could run.
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