Running

By Wayne Raglan

{G major. The silent treatment.}

Baby call me, what have I done? No words, ain’t been no words, eight days have gone.

I swear but I don’t know baby, that you’re in love. I bet it’s not me you’re thinking of.

If I’m hard to handle, why’d you make me tremble.

Why’d you sweep my passions and deep reactions.

Got me dealing in the physical. And I feel like a criminal. So straight I do it in the dark. But I do the right thing…

What you running, what you running, what you running from.

What you running, if you’re running, why you running hon… from me?.

Baby hold me, bring me to tears. You could go far away, I’d wait for years.

I swear but I ain’t sure that you’re in love. I bet it’s not me baby you’re thinking of.

Got me dealing in the physical. And I feel like a criminal. So straight I do it in the dark. But I do the right thing…

What you running, what you running, what you running from.

What you running, if you’re running, why you running hon… from me?.