The Running Kind

I was born the running kind

with leaving always on my mind

home was never home to me

at any time

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 walls of stone

I know running's not the answer

though running's been my nature

and the thing in me

that keeps me moving on

I was born the running kind

with leaving always on my mind