
I was born running
Running with the masses
In a race to nowhere
And in the middle of nowhere
A path calls me
Something about this path
Like a piece of me has journeyed it before
Naked,
Unashamed of labels
Of being perverse, odd, wild and unruly.

I was born running
Running with the masses
In a race to nowhere
And in the middle of nowhere
A path calls me
Something about this path
Like a piece of me has journeyed it before
Naked,
Unashamed of labels
Of being perverse, odd, wild and unruly.