The Run
Appreciate the run
And all it brings
Those long blades of grass
And summer swings

This time
I'm happy you're leaving
I'm happy you've gone
I'm happy you've left
Just do me one last accent
I'll learn to accept

I don't want to play
That same dancing game
Where your feet tap two-and-fro
Like that swing hanging
From two scratchy ropes
In the spring


This time
I'm happy you're leaving
I'm happy you've gone
I'm happy you've left
Just do me one last accent
I'll learn to accept
This time it's a feast
The head of the table is absent
We're giggling around
The mic is waiting for us
Can't you feel it in the air?

Bring the accents in one last time
And I'll learn to dance
Learn to swing
Learn to run
Running from our little thing
In the summer,
In the spring