Where have you been
I know things are better up there
but I will not leave again
No need to lay it on there
'cause I don't care that much
nothing is worth loving out there
greed has a losers touch
Oh the ragged birds are crying
Ain't no future in tears
cannot keep chasing my tail
wasted too many years
I'll never hang the stars
in two places at once
The past it is finally grown tired
sleep is all I really want
./. My little runaround
