Running After Ruby

Running after Ruby, from Seattle to Los Angeles and back, Following a trail of rumors and tears she left for me to track. Running after Ruby, trying hard to put together every clue, Finally I reached the wise conclusion maybe she and I are through. Found her trail in Frisco in an alley where I almost lost my life, Found a man who knew her, who was interested in showing me his knife. Running after Ruby is an exercise I don’t believe I need, Ruby’s like a cancer looking for another that she can bleed. Running after Ruby in Tijuana getting close to Hell or worse, Getting drunk and getting scared I would cross the border in a hearse, Ran into some bandits and I handed them my wallet and my belt, Swam across to Texas and I told the border guard the way I felt. I was optimistic when they let me out of jail in San Antone, Headed back to Oregon where the people tend to leave a man alone, Running into Ruby on the sidewalk, but I quickly passed her by, Ruby’s running after me, I guess I’m fool enough to let her try. Running after Ruby, now I find she’s running after me.