Room to Run

[good4somethingbum]

Room to RunShe used to take her collie along the Carolina coastMorning mist hung there, in the salty air like a ghostShe’d set her easel up near the bluffs in the rising sunYeah, she’d paint the sea, and her dog was free there to runShe’d make two week’s salaryAt the local galleryCos the restless oceanWas the color of emotionShe’d finish up a canvas and jog for miles in the sandShe called it a gift, that she’d always lived in a landChorus With room to run while she looked at the skyHer untamed spirit soaring with the birds way up highWhether we’re rich or poor, old or youngWe don’t have room to grow without room to runThen she moved to be near some big dealers up the northern coastAll she’d left behind, still hung in her mind like a ghostShe’d set up her easel in a loft above a New York streetAnd her homesick dog, lay there on a rug by her feetShe’d make two year’s salaryAt some fancy galleryBut that asphalt oceanWas drained of emotionShe bought a treadmill and tv with a nature channel viewBut she smelled the smog, each day as she jogged in her new…room to run while she looked at the skyHer untamed spirit soaring with the birds way up highWhether we’re rich or poor, old or youngWe don’t have room to grow without room to runOne night she scrapped it all and moved down the coastCos the days that were, still called out to her like a ghostNow she paints from her soul and jogs with her collie in the sandWhat more could life give, and she’ll always live in a landWith room to run while she looked at the skyHer untamed spirit soaring with the birds way up highWhether we’re rich or poor, old or youngWe don’t have room to grow without room to run©2008 Robert George