This lyric is: #349

Runaway
Words and Music by Tina Angotti ©2001


Runaway, runaway,
little girl with hatbox suitcase.
Runaway, runaway,
still too small to reach the phone.
Runaway, runaway,
can she leave without a struggle?
Runaway, runaway,
must find a place to call her own.


She looks as though she disconnects,
But really feels each sentiment.
Why can’t she communicate the fear inside?
She learned of running as a child,
But now its time to reconcile.
This wound reopened served her all the while…


Runaway, runaway,
little girl now reaching forty.
Runaway, runaway,
years go by but fear remains.
Runaway, runaway,
time to look at why she’s running.
Runaway, runaway,
now sees her story through the pain.


She looks as though she disconnects,
But really feels each sentiment.
Why can’t she communicate the fear inside?
She learned of running as a child,
But now its time to reconcile.
This wound reopened served her all the while…


Runaway, runaway,
Runaway, runaway,
Runaway, runaway,
Runaway, runaway.


[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-02-2002).]