He was running like a native across the creek Singing in the field in the wind in the sun There he goes racing down the street Just like a boy on the run He takes a stone and throws it in the water Watches the circles as they slowly fade He fills the air with sudden laughter As he thinking about all the plans he made Well he's scared of the future In need of the past Just sitting here Watching his hour glass Down the streets the accordions are calling Stay away there's nothing for you here And hear can hear the buildings falling As they're stripping away all of his years He was running like a native across the creek Singing in the field in the wind in the sun There he goes racing down the street Just like a boy on the run