The biscuits bake, the sun is low
The honey's sweet and pouring slow
The TV sings, a nightly host
Home is where the heart bleeds most
 

Oh Verla
What should you do
What would you do
If I were you
I'd put on my walkin' shoes
And run

Children to children to children born
Together under one roof worn
The rain gets in most every night
While yonder in the distance burn the brilliant city lights oh oh oh
    
Mother to father to brother to son
The lines are blurring, the colors run
Dust the pictures on the shelf
Do you abandon them or yourself?

Oh Verla
What should you do
What would you do
If I were you, love
I'd put on my walkin' shoes
And run

Come Saturday morning
I'm giving you a ride
Come Saturday morning
We'll be flying high
I'll be on the corner
The sunshine in my eyes just for you    
And if all your tears aren't all through
Let 'em run

They say you'll never break free of your history
Because the apple don't fall far from the tree
But I believe, as sure as sun
That you can break free so baby run run run run