^CI collected ^Gbroken hearts, ^Amto many lovers with empty ^Gheart, ^Cthe only son of a ^Glovely spoil, ^Em7/Bmade my home with any ^Gopen doors, ^Cnow this lonely word ^Em7/Brise his cold, ^Dabove my story that remains untold. C Am7 ------------------------------------ I pray the time will come, this heart would find the sun.

^GOh, I was a runner ^Dman, lost ^Gboy, never had a ^Dplan, then your ^Glove showed ^Cme the ^Dother way, now from ^Cyou I will never ^Grun away. ^GOh, I ^Cwon’t run a^Dway, ^Crun away, oh run away, I won’t run away, from ^Gyou.