I Was Born The Running Kind
With Leaving Always On My Mind
Home Was Never Home To Me
At Anytime
Every Front Door Found Me Hoping
I Would Find The Back Door Open
There Just Had To Be An Exit For The Running Kind

Within Me There's A Prison
Surrounding Me Alone
As Real As Any Dungeon
With Its Wall Of Stone
I Know Running's Not The Answer
Though, Running's Been My Nature
And A Thing In Me That Keeps Me Moving On

I Was Born The Running Kind
With Leaving Always On My Mind
Home Was Never Home To Me
At Anytime
Every Front Door Found Me Hoping
I Would Find The Back Door Open
There Just Had To Be An Exit For The Running Kind

I Was Born The Running Kind
With Leaving Always On My Mind
Home Was Never Home To Me
At Anytime
Every Front Door Found Me Hoping
I Would Find The Back Door Open
There Just Had To Be An Exit For The Running Kind