She’s got runaway legs,
They’ll be leaving me for dead.
Look at those goodbye feet,
Two more steps away from free.
She’s got devious eyes,
They’re the straying kind.
Take my walk with me hand,
Come back to where it began
Please don’t leave.
Falling down on wasted ground,
I will turn these tables 'round.
Maybe I’ll show her how darkness feels,
Show her that these threats are real.
Her legs will lose the strength to walk,
Those eyes will fix on me once more.
She will hold my hand,
We’ll be back where it began
Please don’t leave.