The Runaway.

What was you thinking that fateful day.
When you made up your mind to runaway.
Do you know that you broke your mama's heart.
That she prays and cries for you in the dark.
And you ran away.

She never goes to sleep without thinking of you.
And prays with all her might that her wish will come true.
That the good Lord will keep you safe and trust.
That when you come home, it won't be in a box.
Her runaway.


What's keeping him out there, she don't know.
Is it the bright lights, the city or the dough?
Cause his bloodline speaks of a simple life.
To raise what he needs, to care for his wife.
Bring up his children to what's right and good.
Not in some slimy neighborhood.
Away from the anger, the greed and crime.
Where you get killed for a nickel or even a dime.
Where its booze and drugs and shady girls.
A dog eat dog kinda crazy world
Its sleeze and slime, every kinda sin.
Where a hutterite really never can fit in.
So why can't he do what his heart longs for.
When nights comes around and he locks his door.
His mind goes back to days gone by.
And all he does is wonder why..
He ranaway.

For his sibs are growing up and his parents getting old.
When he thinks about that his blood runs cold.
If he'd listen to his heart in the dead of the night.
He knows he'd come running back with all of his might.
And the welcome would be with open arms.
Can always use another hand on the farm.
The only thing that can turn him aside.
Is that terrible thing in us called pride.
That never admits that we can do wrong.
And if pride wins out, you can say so-long.
And stay runaway.