Run from Skipping Stone by Ange Boxall

RUN

For years I didn’t swim, didn’t even float
Paddled like mad around the same old moat
Like a rock tied to my ankle
A chain around my throat
Could hardly breathe
Let alone float

I saved my money, I made it clear
Worked real’ hard to get out of here
I had a dream, I forged a plan
A Voice in my head said, go, as fast as you can

Run, you’d better run

Run with the wilds, run with the trees
Run past the river that’s drowning me
Run with the horses, run with the thieves
Run with the moment that could, could save me

For years I didn’t swim, didn’t even float
But I could sew and made a bridge from my coat
With all my strength I tied if off
That voice in my head said, go, quickly cross

Run, you’d better run

Run with the wilds, run with the trees
Run past the river that’s drowning me
Run with the horses, run with the thieves
Run with the moment that could, could save me
I’ll take a chance ‘cause I need to dance
I need some love and some romance
I’ll run, I’ll run

• Americana
• Country
• Folk Rock Country
• Tasmanian
• alt-country
• country pop
• folk pop
• folk rock
• folk rock pop
• folk-pop
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• Australia