Canyons (Running Around and On The Run)

don't touch me baby, I'm full of fire
and you're the loose side of liar
dirty clothes in the dryer
aren't as clean as they seem

save the breath that you wasted
save the tastes you tasted
only you know what they mean

load up the cannons
and mount your stallion
better head for the canyons
unseen and unheard

but in the pale insight of the morning light
we are grey alright and nothing is as it seems

and it's a dark tale you're weavin', at the crest of evening
with a full moon in your throat
as the pallbearers go leaving
words lose their meaning
soon as they are wrote

fire off your cannon
ride your stallions
and head for the canyons
unseen and unheard

but in the pale insight of that morning light
we are feared alright but nothing is as it seems

as the hills turn to umber
the dog days of summer
playing boys' games till last light
and I remember my father, turning up my collar
on the first autumn night

set down your cannon
dismount your stallion
'cause here in the canyon
you're unseen and unheard

in the pale insight of that morning light
we are free alright, but nothing is as it seems