Running Back
I thought I'd give it up for good,
Cause none of my actions are understood.
I thought I'd really leave,
And my coming back's something you'd never perceive.
I thought I'd make it;
Yes, I really thought I'd make it,
But then you smiled, you didn't rile me,
Now I'm running back
Running, running back.
I saw a vision of a love long deceased
And a chilly wind coming from East.
I know I can say I did my best,
But there were no more warm winds from the West.
Still I thought I'd make it;
Yes, I really thought I'd make it,
But then you smiled, you didn't rile me,
Now I'm running back
Running, running back.
I thought you'd never be missed,
And I really believed we'd never share another kiss.
And I thought for the last time I'd touched your hand,
But your love draws me back like quicksand.
Still I thought I'd make it;
Yes, I really thought I'd make it,
But then you smiled, you didn't rile me,
Now I'm running back
Running, running back.
And now I'm coming yes home.
I'm coming home.
Autor(es): Peter Hammill
