Well I wish I could think of some cliche to mouth
To make our parting seem less sad.
But if I told you lies, or promised you the moon,
The truth would come tricklin' from my eyes.
So run honey run, and hide in the wind;
And never stop to look inside your mind.

Well I wish I could wash all my weepin' blues away
And watch them disappear on morning tide.
But I seek after sword, after sounds of the sea,
A charm forever around my mind.
So run honey run, and hide in the wind;
And never stop to look inside your mind.

And I wish I could fly like a bat from a cave,
Through darkness of my ignorance to light.
I'd forever live on the echoes of our love
And die like some star burning bright.
And run honey run, and hide in the wind;
And never stop to look inside your mind.