The Runner

                                                                                              Written by  Riley Lincoln

                                                                                               WPB, Fla.     August 10, 2014

 

    Slip your shoes on, shuffle out the door

    Lope down the dusty road

   Don't look back anymore

    Turn right on the sandy road

   Start a slow jog, keep a steady mode

    Jog down that sandy road

   It's startin' to rain

   Hurry "boy"  If they catch you

    They gonna put you in chains

   Then you be breaking stone in the rain

    Head toward the reset

   No Man's Land

   They won't chase you into the land of the damned

    The land of the hot sand

   The breath of the desert wind

    Breathes hot air all day

   But the breath of the desert night

    Breathes cold air with all its might

   The predator birds ride the

    Heat devils out of sight

   The reset wind will blow the hot sand

    Through your skin with delight

   

   Hurry, after a few days

    The mountains and the sea

   Will come into sight

    When you get to the mountains

   Find the pass, gather all your strength

    The pass is the shortest in length

   Get to the sea and in the sand lay

    Let the waves wash your sins away

   Catch a steamship headin' north

    Go to the land of the snow

   Build an igloo nice and low

    Get a guitar, play some "Hank"

   Get a big piece of whale blubber

    It's like money in the bank

   Kick back, you're all done

    You beat the 'run'

   

   Next time you get a runner

    Don't shoot her down

   There will be another comin'  around