i had never seen the snow
never sailed upon the seas
i was busy making plans
to build a fortress in the trees
i'd ride my bicycle
down the lane and back again
taking me to the birds
and my imaginary friends
and i'd want to run away
go as far as i could see
but i'd always turn around
to find familiarity
right where it should be
i'll be gone running on the mile
i am moving on
i do not know where i will go
but i'm beckoned by the sky
in the river down below
i've only got one pair of shoes
comforting these weary feet
cos a man who owns too much
is like a song without a beat
left feeling incomplete
i'll be gone running on the mile