Running On Empty
You're so distant
And yet so near.
Sometimes I wish
I could change my year.
I want to be with you
I wish you were mine.
But here in the real world
Friends is fine.
I've stood on a mountain
I've swallowed the sea.
So many came looking
But they couldn't find me.
I told all my stories
They hung me up high.
As they walked away laughing
It wasn't my goodbye.
See me on a runaway train,
Running out of tracks.
You can't stop me turning round,
Filling in all the cracks.
Caught you on Fifth Avenue
Hustling, to find your way.
So high that you didn't see me
Only thought it right to pay.
Motel rooms, look all the same
Blowing like a sea breeze.
Left a scar in my memory
With you down on your knees.
Faith and hope and charity
Standing by my side.
Four modern horsemen
Being taken for a ride.
Did I get back too late?
Has the damage all been done?
It seems that we've evolved
From the needle to the gun.
See me on a runaway train,
Running out of tracks.
You can't stop me turning round,
Filling in all the cracks.
Why did they all ignore me?
I can't believe I cried.
Doesn't any one remember?
The day that Kennedy died.
Where were you in ‘63?
Did you want to be alone?
I never thought of calling
All you had to do was phone.
Now I cry myself to sleep
Only myself to blame.
I told them all I was fine
No one guessed I was insane.
I held the world in my hands
I though that I had plenty.
No-one on the outside
Can see I'm running on empty.
See me on a runaway train,
Running out of tracks.
You can't stop me turning round,
Filling in all the cracks.
Copyright © Rob Meader | Year Posted 2008
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