^G I was born the running kind, With leaving always on my mind, Home was never home to me at ^C any time, Every^D front door found me hopin\', I would find the back door open, There just had to be an exit for the ^G running kind, ^G Within\' me there\'s a prison, surrounding me alone, As real as any dungeon with these^C walls of stone, I know ^D runnin\'s not the answer, but runnin\'s been my nature, And the part of me that keeps me movin\' ^G on, ^G I was born the running kind, with leaving always on my mind, Home was never home to me at ^C any time, Every^Dfront door found me hopin\', I would find the back door open There just had to be an exit for the ^G running kind.