I see a mountain at my gates
I see it more and more each day
What I give, it takes away
Whether I go or when I stay
I ran. One of the things I have learned to do best. One of the only things that I do best. Some say I could be the fastest thing on two legs. I can outrun 13 drug dealers, an angry bartender, and 2 police cars. But even so I could not run away this time.
I see a mountain at my gates
I see it more and more each day
I see a fire out by the lake
I'll drive my car without the brakes
Each time I have come close to escape. Running, hiding. Slipping into the dark shadows. It has always found a way to catch up to me. No matter what I do. It finds me.
I see a mountain in my way
It's looming larger by the day
I see a darkness in my fate
I'll drive my car without the brakes
I have given up on life. In my heart I know it is only a matter of time before I can't slip through the fingers. When I can't drag myself out of the situation. So now, I only do it for Abigail.
Oh, gimme some time
Show me the foothold from which I can climb
Yeah, when I feel low
You show me a signpost for where I should go
I have lost everything. My home. My friends. My life. But I have Abigail. I am all she has for family. When I run. She runs too. Runs from my mistakes. My failures.
I see a mountain at my gates
I see it more and more each day
And my desire wears a dark dress
But each day, I see you less
Each day they get closer and closer. I'm not even sure what I am running from anymore. People and ghost are all alike to me now.
Oh, gimme some time
Show me the foothold from which I can climb
Yeah, when I feel low
You show me a signpost for where I should go
I'm starting to realize running is not a source for survival now. Now it is a habit. Something reliable. A constant for me. Routine. We run. Find a new place. And when it finds us again. We run. Only to start all over again. Hitting repeat over and over again. A maddening cycle that just keeps going round and round.
Through lanes and stone rows
Black granite, wind blows
Fire lake and far flame
Go now but come again
Dark clouds gather 'round
Will I run or stand my ground?
Sometimes, when I take a break from running. And constantly looking over my shoulder, I ask myself. Why keep running? Hiding from something that I know one day soon with catch up to me. Making every action I had done. All the hardships I have faced. Turn out to be made for nothing. And I had just wasted away in fear.
Oh, when I come to climb
Show me the mountain so far behind
Yeah, it's farther away
Its shadow gets smaller day after day
How each day I wish I would wake up. Stare at a now brighter sun. And realize that I was just dreaming. A fantasy created in the depths of my mind. Just a harmless dream. Just a dream. A dream.
Yeah, gimme my way
Gimme my love
Gimme my choice
You keep me coming around
Gimme my fate
Gimme my lungs
Gimme my voice
You keep me coming around
Gimme my lungs
Gimme my, gimme my, gimme my, gimme my
Gimme my, gimme my, gimme my, gimme my, gimme my way
Gimme my fate
Gimme my lungs
Gimme my choice
You keep me coming round
I look around. And think, maybe it's not just a routine. Not just paranoia. That it's not just me running from some bad guy. But that I'm actually running from something much more terrifying. That it is something even more deadly. To take the time to think that what I'm really running from my past. From me. And that is what scares me most of all.