To the song, to the song
A! I!
I'll leave it in mourning with everything you own in a little black case
Alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on a set, my homie face
The summer will never understand why you've had to leave
But the answers you see will never be found at home
The love that you need will never be found at home
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
When you're pushed around and kicked around, I'm just an only boy
You are the one that they talk about, the right time that they put you down
And as others they would try, they had to make it right
But you never got too dangerous to your soul
No, you never got too bad just to your soul
Run away, turn away, run away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, run away
I'll leave it in mourning with everything you own in a little black case
Alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on a set, my homie face
Run away, turn away, run away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, run away
