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End Of The Run

Deborah Harry

Def, Dumb and Blonde


Darkness falls like a black leather jacket and melts
into the sidewalk like a sleeping drunk.
In the streets, the wind throws yesterday's headlines
around.
Another night comes and goes.

So, for awhile back then there was someplace to go.
Somewhere more home than a house.
A family of choice, not an accident, but sometimes as
soon as something gets started it's over.

Now the days are much shorter and the people from the
good part of town all come around, but the something
is missing even though there's more there now.
I shrug off my attempts to explain how a torn T-shirt
made it all danger again.

I don't like flashbacks in movies.
I like the story to proceed.
I don't like talking about the old days except if it
tells where the future will lead.

So we take a walk down this haunted hall or stumble
through a shattered recall.
I know there's nothing to relive, it's just the shape
of it all.
I don't want it different.
Don't want it again but value for value, now I'd never
want it to end.
You think of the old friends and faces no more to be
seen.
You think how much fun a line-up would mean.

And once that tape starts playing, it's too hard to
make it rewind.
That one special face takes over your mind.

That end of the run.
We almost won.
The end of the run.
We had our fun.
The end of the run.

I knew it then.
It won't be back again.

We stood in the cold night, though we should be warm,
in the back of the lot with me in your arms.
The sun was falling.
The grey rain was pouring.
The cars were all dirty and slow.
We both had our kiss and, out of the depths and
darkness, with my eyes closed I still see you fine.
Cause that was the season we make our dreams come
true.
There was no limit to what we could do.

The end of the run.
We almost won.
The end of the run.
We had our fun.
The end of the run.
I knew it then.
He won't be back again.

Once that tape starts playing it's too hard to make it
rewind.
With my eyes closed I still see you fine.
That was the season we make our dreams come true.
There was no limit to what we could do.

The end of the run.
We almost won.
The end of the run.
We had our fun.
The end of the run.
I knew it then.
He won't be back again.

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