Run
Chris Andrews
As the winds blows through the trees, it sometimes seems to whispers he is calling me Then when the rain drops falls on the ground it seems itÆs him following me I donÆt stop to see if heÆs behind me I just keep on going he must never find me He thinks I still belongs to him So I must run The sun is sinking from the sky I see a shadow and I think it must be him Sometime when someone turns their back towards it could just be him If the telephones ring I donÆt pick it up If someones knock at the door it must remain shut What would he do if he found me? So I must run
