Run Baby, Run.

Those of you that know me well, know that the thing that I'm the best at is running. If I can't cope, I run. I run to Asia, I run to Europe.. I run as far as I can possibly get from the situation with which I feel I can't handle. So, I find myself in limbo again and tempted to buy the first ticket to Ireland I can find... characteristic of me, I suppose.
This year is my year to be still, but I still can't help myself from feeling that I need to run... far and fast. Things get too comfortable, people get too close and I instantly want OUT. My song for this is an oooold song by Sheryl Crow from her Album "Tuesday Night Club", which was released when I was in the 4th grade. It was my VERY FIRST CD, and is probably still one of my favorites to this day... So, in my attempt to be still, I listen to songs about running.

Run Baby, Run.

She was born in November 1963
The day Aldous Huxley died
And her mama believed
That every man could be free
So her mama got high, high, high
And her daddy marched on Birmingham
Singing mighty protest songs
And he pictured all the places
That he knew that she belonged
But he failed and taught her young
The only thing she's need to carry on
He taught her how to

Run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run

Past the arms of the familiar
And their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
so long
Baby loves to run

She counts out all her money
In the taxi on the way to meet her plane
Stares hopeful out the window
At the workers fighting
Through the pouring rain
She's searching through the stations
For an unfamiliar song
And she's pictures all the places
Where she knows she still belongs
And she smiles the secret smile
Because she knows exactly how
To carry on

So run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run

From the old familiar faces and
Their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
So long
Baby loves to run