Lyrics

Morning neared
The season appeared
When the young ones
Would soon be running around
Kinship found
Changing towns
Church bells
And no more running around

Days to nights
Turning into, into a life
Just two trees
Growing roots at the bar

Lunch hour neared
The Pretzel Bell peeled
Your dream of a boat
Or a pool, both afloat
In the prospects of a post-war
Boom, pretty soon
Running and running and running and running
Around, printing books, making sales
Back at four
For a few cocktails
Your feet planted
Firmly, deep in the

Days to nights
Turning into, into a life
Just two trees
Growing roots at the bar
On your way to the
Gate to the stars

Ahh
Ahh
Ahh

The gloaming neared
Two volunteers
A knock at the gate
Memories left to fate
Aluminum hats
To detect screen doors
Photographs circled red
For folks lost in the war
A great-grandchild on your lap
You’re chairbound, and
No more running and running and running
Around
No more running and running and running
Around

Days to nights
Turning into, into a life
Just two trees
Growing roots at the bar
On your way to the
Gate to the stars
On your way
To the gate to the stars
On your way to the
Gate to the stars
On your way
To the stars
[Running and running and running and running around]