The Runaway

Very old and free is this voice I heard
Echoed in the breeze and the buffalo herd
All that I learn from the beasts and these birds is it’s home to me
And that’s alright when they say
Burial at sea is this bust-up line
According to the customs and creed of this culture my tribe
That was never me, that request was not mine I
Wanted to choke on the rifle smoke, yeah I
Wanted to go down with my right hand broke
C’mon yeah
I wanted to go down with my right hand broke
Cause in the motorcade I’m a runaway
And I’ll never change not tomorrow
Safe and merrily I left dignified, well
Rapids on the stream make a wild ride
Your life is but a dream if you bide and bide
But I’ll be on that boat when the water’s wide yeah I
Wanted to learn to love before I die
C’mon yeah
I wanted to learn to love before I die
In the motorcade I’m a runaway
And I’ll never change not tomorrow
Somebody said «Hey, is there any end in sight?»
Somebody said «Hey, to this foolish foolish ride»
In the motorcade I’m a runaway
And I’ll never change not tomorrow
In the motorcade I’m a runaway
And I’ll never change not tomorrow
C’mon yeah
I wanted to go down with my right broke oh yeah