In the here and now I wait
Down among the young and the old
Between the moon and the ground I play

With my children in my home
This is for the daughters and sons
Of forgotten ones learning how to stand

This is for the innocent unknowns
Buried in the sand


Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun
'Til you're weary

Running from the sound of a gun

In the crack of the blackness I wake

It's getting closer every night
My city playground is a battleground
Between the wrong and the right

I could run free as a child
I was safe and wild, naked and unarmed
Now I'm grown and safe in my home,

But some will never stop

Running from the sound of a gun

'Til you're weary
Running from the sound of a gun


The open mouth of the city
Swallowed the town with that same old concrete
That I still walk down

And it seems they put a shine
On this place when I was young,
But maybe I just don't see it now


Running from the sound of a gun
'Til I'm weary

Running from the sound of a gun