Tug

Little miss runs away
I didn't think you would ever come back
And as I turn my head
I find my newest complication
She won't run and won't fall
She don't talk to anyone at all
Am I your sleepless dream?
Can I whisper soft advice?
Am I the wind rushed through the trees
Turning leaves of observation?

She won't run and won't fall
She don't talk to anyone at all

A river rushes towards
A south city left behind
The tug is moving at a walking pace
Slithering up her spine

I won't run, I won't fall
I don't talk to anyone
I won't run, I won't fall
I don't talk to anyone at all