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.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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