Run

I’m writing poems on my phone
Still wasting time by chasing yours
Wonder will David ever fold?
It hasn’t changed, it doesn’t show

Oh what a perfect mess we made
Fighting with Mars in the modern age
And will he ever show his face
He doesn’t change, he doesn’t show

Oh, there’s a portrait on my wall
Of Moroder riding a white synthesizer
Oh, we’ve gone down that road before
ell me are you still on the run
Somewhere on earth?

I run to what I know

I’ve got no feeling anymore
The evenings slide from being bored
No gleaming past or future form
It hasn’t changed, it doesn’t show

Monotony by another name
You read the answers on my face
Some things are better left to say
I haven’t changed, it doesn’t show

Oh, there’s a portrait on my wall
Of Moroder riding a white synthesizer
Oh, we’ve gone down that road before
Tell me are you still on the run
Somewhere on earth?

I run solo
I run to what I know