Look who's finally run from home.
Its silly, but there it is,
with hope and forethought,
aspiration and what naught,
I can see, he's run from home.

Ready for his own life,
with his own dreams;
making it with his own skills -
with his own beliefs,
and making it work.

Ready to struggle a bit,
but enjoy it a lot;
to learn from mistakes
and eat of his own crop.
Ready to work his fields,
ready to tend his flock.
He just wants the chance
to show what he's got.

Ready to make his own things,
with sweat and patience;
to wake up in the morning,
and feel yesterday's ache.
Go to bed at night with one that he loves,
hold her tight, all night.

In his thoughts he's already gone,
run away from home,
sang his own song,
Home's where he's run from,
but thats where he's running to.

He's ready to go.