In the drugged lull of the afternoon, meet me there, oh, slip away
I know there's work to do around here, but it can wait
For an hour or two
Run away with me, run away with me
It doesn't matter where we go
Down by the creek or in the tall grass or Mexico
There's a glimmer in the gardener's eye, it's been there for a while
And it's beginning to take on a life of it's own
Oh, run away with me, run away with me
And the dusty dry fields, have an idea, of something growing
And they talk amongst themselves, of the ragged joys to come...
Run away with me, run away with me
The prayer of our bodies under a crimson sun
Run run, run from the voice of reason
You're brave responsibility makes me crazy
Run away with me, run away with me
And after you're gone and I am alone again
With the taste of soup and kisses and the moon rising
Almost ridiculous with the goodness of living
Love's the impossible habit to break...
