I’m a runaway… a runaway fool and I’m a dreamer… a dreamer too… ain’t got the answers… I think I’m running outta time. There’s a question ringing in my ear but now it isn’t… no… it ain’t too clear… ain’t got the answers… I think I’m running outta time.
Dust on the path coat my boots. Smoke in the air sting my eyes. Dry bones in the fire… leaving only ashes in the dirt!
Ain’t been to Paris… or Istanbul… ain’t been to Bogotá… or Kathmandu. So much to do now… I think I’m running outta time. Well… there’s a question ringing in my ear… but I’ll never know if I stop here… ain’t got to worry… I’m always running outta time.
Dust on the path coat my boots. Smoke in the air sting my eyes. Dry bones in the fire… leaving only ashes in the dirt!
Yea… yea… yea…
I’m a runaway… a runaway fool… I’m a dreamer… a dreamer too. Ain’t got the answers… and always running outta time. I better hurry… and don’t get caught… keep it real now… and don’t get bought. It kinda bothers me… I’m always running outta time.
Dust on the path coat my boots. Smoke in the air sting my eyes. Dry bones in the fire… leaving only ashes in the dirt!
Aaaaaaaah haaa…
We’re only ashes in the dirt.
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