The Running Kind

G 
I was born the running kind, leaving always on my mind 
G                               C 
Home was never home to me at anytime 
C     D 
Every front door found me open I would find the back door open 
                                      G 
There just had to be a lesson for the running kind 
 
 
Within me there's a prison, surrounding me alone 
As real as any dungeon with a wall of stone 
I know running's not the answer, but running's been my nature 
And a part of me that keeps me moving on 
 
I was born the running kind, leaving always on my mind 
Home was never home to me at anytime 
Every front door found me open I would find the back door open 
There just had to be a lesson for the running kind 
 
(repeat progession once or twice and fade