i had never seen the snow, never sailed upon the seas. 

i was busy making plans to build a fortress in the trees. 

i’d ride my bicycle down the lane and back again. 

talking to the birds and my imaginary friends.

and i would want to run away, go as far as i could see. 

but i’d always turn around to find familiarity, right where it should be..

i’ll be gone, running on the mile..

oh my love, is there hope for yesterday?

cos i’m following my heart, and it’s taking me away. 

now i am moving on, i do not know where i will go. 

but i’m beckoned by the sky in the river down below. 

i’ve only got one pair of shoes, comforting these weary feet. 

cos a man who owns too much is like a song without a beat, left feeling incomplete..

i’ll be gone, running on the mile..