Canyons (Running Around and On The Run)


donít touch me baby, Iím on fire

and youíre on the loose side of liar

dirty clothes in the dryer

arenít as clean as they seem


save the breath thatís been wasted

save the tastes you tasted

only you know what they mean


load up the cannons

mount your stallions

better head for the canyons

unseen and unheard


but in the pale insight of the morning light

we are grey alright and nothing is at is seems


and itís a dark tale youíre weaviní, at the crest of evening

with a full moon in your throat

as the pallbearers take their leave and words lose their meaning

soon as they are wrote


bang! bang! goes the canyons

ride your stallions

make for the canyons

unseen and unheard


in the pale insight of that morning light

we are feared alright but nothing is at it seems


as the hills turn to umber

in the dog days of summer

playing boys' games till last light

and I remember my father, turning up my collar

on the first autumn night


set down your cannon

dismount your stallion

Ďcause here in the canyon

youíre unseen and unheard


and in the pale insight of the morning light

we are free alright, but nothing is as it seems



Words by travist.paine. ©2007



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