I Won't Run (High Verbena) Lyrics

Look down in the room

He's dreaming, but it's real

It gets in through the screen, so you bring me a broom

It's dust off their heels

It's like the way it feels

It's swept and gone soon

And they talk about that man

Like they talk about an FM road

If that boy's sleeping, it's good that he can

You hold his hand when he's told

When I was a good kid

When I want to be a happy one

I walk right in, same way he did

And I won't run

I won't run

I won't run

But I might run

Look down at your shoes

He's swearing, and it's rain

It comes in by the door, so we walk on the news

It's there with his name, it's covered up in shame

It's theirs to refuse

Through the high verbena

Through the high verbena

Through the high

You hold my

Hand

And if you see him sleeping, it's good that he can