Herd Runners

You were such a shy child
Too uncertain for the wild nights of the underground
So you huddled into winding lines
With the lipstick girls and the boys that chased their favours

Just a whisper on the wind
Just a heart that barely knew that it was breaking
As you navigated lies with the deft touch of a killer evading capture

On the outside of in
Barely 17
And our minds are on fire
We long to be herd runners

And you flashed and bled for air
As your young blood froze on the edges of the dance floor
And you watched their blushes burn
As you cried out into the great unknown

Is there a life that waits for me
Where I will one day be dead heading dahlias?
Skimming stones across the bay?
Stealing kisses in the subways of Berlin?

On the outside of in
Barely 17
And our minds were on fire
We longed to be herd runners

When I was a child I dreamt of the open country
Hooves drumming the earth
The shared shadows in front of me

Herd runners
Herd runners
Herd runners
Herd runners