I run I run far from You to the apple tree in my yard With my dress all
bundled up in my hands Dirt on my feet I am dreaming again I run I run I
run far from You to the lilac tree in my yard no more swing set for the
girl who is all grown up no more tea parties parades or mothers in love I
hold my breath past the cemetery My brother wins he can hold it much longer
then me Gravel roads make car keys rattle on steering wheels Children
and horses old barns and old automobiles I run I run I run far from You
to the watered streets of Oregon With a coffee cup half full in my
hands And I’m praying my savior would Just place a gun in my
hands I run I walk I lie far from Freaks and lying cheats on the tip of
my tongue The moon hides in the sky behind rows of tree tops And
I’m wishing I was somewhere up there With the mermaids and stars I
run I run far from Reality to escape who I’ve become Insanity is
close at my back And I’m getting rather numb from the snakes Who
have blurred my vision