Runaway Wanderer
Coatless
Walking in the streets
In the pouring rain
All alone
Can you see me?
Sneezing in the night,
Not knowing where to go
In the moonlight
Runaway Wanderer, Runaway Wanderer
It’s not a name I care to keep
It’s one I’d leave behind
Darkness covers me
It’s tearing me apart
Laughing in my face
Openly mocking me
Now cowering
In a dark alley
Breathing oh so hard
With tears streaking down
Home
What a pleasant place
With warm fire aglow
A better place than this
I know
The wrong I’ve done
Running away
Made things worse
Runaway Wanderer, Runaway Wanderer
It’s not a name I care to keep
It’s one I’d leave behind
Turning back feels right
Turning back feels good
Turning back is the right thing to do
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