• Written By: Chris Stockley/Broderick Smith

He was running like a native across the creek
Singing in the field in the wind in the sun
There he goes racing down the street
Just like a boy on the run

He takes a stone and throws it in the water
And watches the circles as they slowly fade
He fills the air with sudden laughter
As it reminds him of all the plans that he'd made

Well he's scared of the future
In need of the past
Caught up in a timepiece
That's moving too fast

Down thе street the accordions are calling
Stay away boy, therе's nothing for you here
And he can hear the buildings falling
As they're stripping away all of his years

He was running like a native across the creek
Singing in the field in the wind in the sun
There he goes racing down the street
Just like a boy on the run