Текст песни The Running Kind (featuring Tom Petty)

was born the running kind With leaving always on my mind Home was never home to me At anytime Every front door found me hoping I would find the back door open There just had to be an exit for the running kind Within me there's a prison Surrounding me alone As real as any dungeon With its wall of stone I know running's not the answer Though, running's been my nature And a thing in me that keeps me moving on I was born the running kind With leaving always on my mind Home was never home to me At anytime Every front door found me hoping I would find the back door open There just had to be an exit for the running kind I was born the running kind With leaving always on my mind Home was never home to me At anytime Every front door found me hoping I would find the back door open There just had to be an exit for the running kind