I’ve run once more
leaving everything I’ve known behind
friends and lovers of all kind,
I packed my life in the back of my car
no time for tears
too little time to look behind,
and I’ve run
highways under the sun…

It is a red turtle story
told on an island of my own,
I must’ve been cursed
for I can’t seem to find my place
to grow an oak tree and gaze at the stars,
I may but follow a call
that flies me through time…

It’s the great runaway
from youth to the Day
it is the time to sail,
and so help me God
as my heart loves life
to put my steps into the light,
to build from soil and will
a home for my dreams…