ON THE RUN

On the scale from one to ten, Tom was the zero.

He was in love with the fold-out he had in the drawer.

To his dad he was worthless,

To his mom just some more dirty linen.

He took his first breath the day that he walked out of the door.

Itís hard to grow up when you live in a shadow,

And the bigger trees take all the sun.

He couldnít grow up as the family disaster

So he learned to grow up on the run.

Up on the run.

Joyce was born uninvited, a pain and a problem.

Her parents were there to remind her the time she forgot.

By the time she was sixteen, her face and her breasts were her heroes.

In back seats with boys she could forget the things she was not.

Itís hard to grow up when you live in a shadow,

And the bigger trees take all the sun.

She couldnít grow up as the family disaster,

So she learned to grow up on the run.

Up on the run.

On a hot august night in an army bar outside Salinas,

Tom was on furlough, and Joyce was on nine until two.

They felt like old friends the minute that they started talking.

His eyes said I know you, her smile said Iíve waited for you.

They talked of beginnings, of losing and winning,

And lessons they learned on the run.

They grew up crooked, together they shook it,

In the sunlight they found in the love... that they won.

Itís hard to grow up when you live in a shadow,

And the bigger trees take all the sun.

They couldnít grow up as the family disastres,

So they learned to grow up on the run.

Up on the run.

Itís hard to grow up when you live in a shadow,

And the bigger trees take all the sun.

They couldnít grow up as the family disastres,

So they learned to grow up on the run.

Up on the run.