RUNNING
Capo on 4th fret
Em                                          D                           
      Em
Sometimes I feel like my mouth has been sewn shut
          G                           D                               Em
With threads of self doubt and common decency
Em                                       D              Em
Sometimes it don't feel safe anywhere
                       G                                 D              
                     Em
And I'm not talking about school killings and drive-by shootings
Em                                         D                        Em
Sometimes I feel like the last remaining matador
               G                                  D                     
             Em
And the bullfights I get are illegal and I'm always paranoid

       C D    G                   Em     C       D      Em
And all I know how to do is keep on running
C  D   G                  Em        C    D    Em
All I know how to do is keep on running

Sometimes I get off on your dinner conversation
And sometimes I wanna throw all of your plates out the window
Sometimes all the hidden surveillance cameras
Make we want to go round with my middle finger always extended
Sometimes I'm amazed and disappointed
With you, with me, with rocks, with trees, with street signs and that

All I know how to do is keep on running

         C                                  D
From place to place and town to town,
         G                                   Em
From red and green and gold and brown"
    Am                                                       D
To cash and getting up and down the coast
  C                                      D
From face to face and dime to dime
            G                              Em
From running, reeling, going to prom
     Am                                                           D
From where I've never been to been the most

Sometimes I feel like I just arrived one second late
Or a minute too soon or I dressed wrong or picked the wrong day
Sometimes I feel like the answer's just down the next exit ramp
Or the next hill or the next person or the next song
Sometimes I feel like I'll die with stuff in my pockets
And be buried with gold and with silver that I should have spent

And all I know how to do is keep on running
All I know how to do is keep on running