About to Run - Trey Anastasio

I’m about to run

That old familiar feeling

Trapped and haunted

The noose around my neck

Regrets

Maybe it’s not too late

I’m about to run

Forgive me

In flight

I can turn away

Exhale the memories

A little bit lighter

The wounds, the fever

The wrong was long ago

Wrong was long ago

Liar

Liar

I’m about to run

I’m about to run

Sometimes the ghost is quiet

But the ghost is always there

And it seems no matter how far I go

He goes with me

Sitting on the floor

Thinking

Breathing

Bleeding

Burning

I’m about to run

I’m about to run

I’m about to run

I’m about to run