Keep running into the night, run to the land of dreams, to the clouds where your mind is, a planet long gone, where sense no longer belongs. My mind keeps running, running further away, further away from the land where my body belongs, further from the madness and strain, away from the sun and rain, no more suffering and pain. Keep dreaming, keep being, keep fleeing and seeing. Run to your maker, the man in control of this shaker, run into his arms, thats where you belong, forever and never! A peace that the clouds cannot compare, a whole world to stop and stare, a place to love, a place to belong, a place to hug, a place where we all belong, if only we all loved our maker.