He was a boy, maybe 12 years old
He couldn't bare to stay, he just had to go.
He was a restless soul, straining at the leash
Needed to move on, needed to be free.
He never looked sad, just had a thoughtfull face.
He didn't care about friends, he liked to be alone.
And when the morning came
As the sun would set
He would get right up
So he could run again
...run again...run again......
Yes, he loved to run. He could go on all day.
It was the only way to get a grip of place and time.
By leaps and bound, he'd get himself around
He was light as the wind, he almost flew away.
And when the morning came
As the sun would set
He would get right up
So he could run again
...run again...run again......