Runaway Wind

by Paul Westerberg

You don't blow like the breeze you were born to be
You die down in the trees and try to hide
Will you witness the dark?
All you need is a spark
A cathedral of torches light the night

On your mark
Here I am
I'm your spark
Runaway wind

You trade your telescope for a keyhole
Make way for the grey that's in your brown
As dreams make way for plans
I see you watch life from the stands
Come on, I'll help you burn them to the ground

He sees you like a river, deep and silent
And he runs to you like a shallow, noisy stream
I see what you've become and try to hide it
You need someone who sees what you were born to be

You don't blow like the breeze you were born to be
You don't know what to do with your life
As day returns to dark
Flame returns to spark
Come on, I feel I'm blowing out tonight

I'm your spark
Here I am
On your mark
Runaway wind

Watch you run