We went running with the wolves. It's time for us to go.
Left all our clothes with the car back by the road.
We were running for a reason- for the burning in our veins.
We were running for a reason.
I just need to get away.
We're running with the wolves. We're screaming at the stars.
We left all we own in a hole in our backyard.
We were running for a reason, left our cubicles in little flaming piles.
We were running for a reason.
I need to feel something different for just a little while.
I'm not coming home, I'm staying with the wolves.
You can burn all my mail and disconnect the phone.
Tell Mom I'm sorry- sorry for leaving, but I'm staying where I'm at.
We're running to find meaning.
We're gone, and we're never coming back.