(originally by The Dingoes)
He was running like a native across the creek
Singing in the field in the wind in the sun
There he goes racing down the street
Just like a boy on the run
He takes a stone and throws it in the water
He watces the circles as they slowly fade
He fills the air with sudden laughter
As he thinks of all the plans that he made
And he's scared of the future in need of the past
Just sitting here watching his hourglass
Down the street the accordions are calling
Go away boy there's nothing for you here
And he can hear the buildings falling
As he's stripping away all of his years
He was running like a native across the creek
Singing in the field in the wind in the sun
There he goes racing down the street
Just like a boy on the run
