Sometimes I feel like my life has been sewn shut
With threads of self doubt and common decency
Sometimes it don’t feel safe anywhere
And I’m not talking about school killings and drive-by shootings
Sometimes I’m amazed and disappointed
With you, with me, with rocks, with trees, with streetsigns

And all I know
How to do is keep on running

Sometimes I get off on your dinner conversation
And sometimes I wanna throw all of your plates out the window
Sometimes all the hidden surveillance cameras
Make we want to go round with my middle finger always extended
Sometimes I feel like the last remaining matador
And the bullfights I get are illegal and I’m always paranoid

All I know
How to do is keep on running

From place to place and town to town,
From red and green and gold to brown
To cash and get it up and down the coast
From face to face and down to down
From gray on green and gold to brown
From where I’ve never been and been the most

Sometimes I feel like the answer’s just down the next exit ramp
or the next hill or the next person or the next song
Sometimes, I feel like I’ve just arrived one second late
or a minute too soon or I’ve dressed wrong or picked the wrong day
Sometimes I’m scared that I’ll die with stuff in my pockets
and be buried with gold and with silver that I should have spent

And all I know
How to do is keep on running

(lyrics: Dan Bern)