I Run

I run I run far from You to the apple tree in my yard With my dress all bundled up in my hands Dirt on my feet I am dreaming again I run I run I run far from You to the lilac tree in my yard no more swing set for the girl who is all grown up no more tea parties parades or mothers in love I hold my breath past the cemetery My brother wins he can hold it much longer then me Gravel roads make car keys rattle on steering wheels Children and horses old barns and old automobiles I run I run I run far from You to the watered streets of Oregon With a coffee cup half full in my hands And I'm praying my savior would Just place a gun in my hands I run I walk I lie far from Freaks and lying cheats on the tip of my tongue The moon hides in the sky behind rows of tree tops And I'm wishing I was somewhere up there With the mermaids and stars I run I run far from Reality to escape who I've become Insanity is close at my back And I'm getting rather numb from the snakes Who have blurred my vision