Herman Düne - Futon Song lyrics

I've tripped on mushroom for half a week And it all came down to me on the futon Asking myself: "how could you run away from me?" How could you ever run away from me? And how that precious feeling could have ran away from me? And i took the L-train to the G-train And the G-train to the F-train And riding through the reconstructions And there was nothing i could think about But when and how could you run away from me How could you run away from me? How could that precious thing run away from me? Driving 90 on the BQE and from BQE to FDR And back to brooklyn again From the place to work to the place i live Back and forth on the bridge There was nothing in my head But how could you run away from me How could you run away from me?