R U N A W A Y

 

 

Pay day, hey day, causeway, fairway,

I donít get to say where weíre going, I just get to go that way.

Bent trees on a fast breeze, and settees lined in rows of three.

I donít know whatís going where, but Iím there on a spending spree.

 

Runaway, runaway

I donít care where I runaway

Donít say no

Ďcause Iíve got to go

Going somewhere I donít know where

 

Bask in the sun while on the run, not havín fun but thought Iíd have fun.

Oceanís depth, riches swept,

Where winds blow and mindless go.

Pick a star, seems so far,

Bright lights of a city, what a pity.

 

Runaway, runaway

I donít care where I runaway

Donít say no

Ďcause Iíve got to go

Going somewhere I donít know where

 

Shoutín on the street, acceptín treats,

Lifeís pretty bleak and I left what I seek.

So home again if theyíll take this fiend,

Whatís to see, Iíve seen,

And I need to be redeemed.

 

Whatís this I see? A Father who loveís me?

Hugs and kisses to the one whoís been missing?

Now thatís pretty keen.

 

So play day, hey day, causeway, fairway,

I donít need to go when I know whatís out there.

Gotta say, no more runaway,

For this Prodigal Son is home to stay.

I know home is better than whatís out there.

 

                                                                                                                  Selah   

Runaway by Ronhales                                                                                                                                                 Read:          Psalm 39:6

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