Wonderful Day to Run
written by Gary Marks © 2003 Arewea Co. ASCAP

Everyone looks quite well fed
but no one’s satisfied.
All these circles in my head
make me want to hide,
and seek out borders free from deep inside this maze
where I see your face again.
 
It’s a wonderful day to run from the morning.
It’s a wonderful day to pretend I belong somewhere.
 
Nomads in a foreign land
asking are we there yet.
Every time I understand
there’s nothing but a big gray jet
flying off in open space in the opposite direction
speeding back to where we’ve been.

It’s a wonderful day to run from the morning.
It’s a wonderful day to pretend I belong somewhere.

I wander the streets we claimed
I see some of the stars we named
only I remain as daylight comes.

It’s a wonderful day to run from the morning.
It’s a wonderful day to pretend I belong somewhere.

It’s a wonderful day to come to the dawning
of a time when I can let go of the longing.