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......