Zoe Muth & The Lost High Rollers The Running Kind
I never got to call you babe
I never got to call you hon'
No I never got to call you babe
Before you decided to run
Was it just the look in my eyes
Was I too forward with my replies
You must have seen right through my wild side
To the side that wanted you to stay forever and a night
But I come to find you're just another one of the runnin'
kind
Like a judge with a heavy hand
I had a bullet for that wayward man
I had my verdict before he took the stand
But I was worng lord I was wrong
Was it just the look in my eyes
Was I too forward with my replies
I don't mind dyin' but I don't want to die tryin to find
A true love to be mine
While I'm just chasin' down another one of the runnin'
kind
I never got to call you babe
I never got to call you hon'
No I never got to call you babe
before you decided to run
