Running From Zombies Songtext
von Tom Brosseau

I remember days like this
I could enjoy the sun
I could close my eyes

My mom would be in the kitchen, at the window
Putting linen over the pies

We had a dog
I played catch with the dog
With a red frisbee

The kitchen, my mom, the catch and the dog
Is what comes to mind
When I think of what it means to be free

It ain′t too early for me
To be running like this
Not by a long shot


Strong limbs are good
Hard and sound are mine
I celebrate what I got

I turn the radio on for talk
And then I turn it off to save battery
I'm in the middle of the street
Why not? This city is dead
Nothing but burnt cars, missing manholes and debris

I′m one of the lucky ones
You can see it that way if you want
I'm not sure

There's so much to talk about
I crave a companion
That′s the toughest thing to endure

The best minds of all gone mad
They ain′t coming back as far as I can see
Please Lord, tell me this has all just been some kind of a joke
You is only playing on me