Organist

I have a lot to say
It’s always in the way
I am my own worse mystery
Ooooooo
Ooooooo
Sitting in the back of the church-
The organist screaming out his pipes
For some reason, he speaks to me
I could care less about the context
But it is the sentiment
It is the sentiment that matters to me
I’ll move forward through the forest
I don’t care what lies ahead
I don’t think about the past
Because the past doesn’t matter to me
The past doesn’t matter to me
The past doesn’t matter to me
What am I running from?
What am I hiding from?
Who am I hiding from?
Who am I running from?
What am I running from?
What are we hiding from?
What am I running from?
Why do I have to run?
The woods remain unchanged
Since I last set foot
I hear the falcons calling me
What am I running from?
What am I hiding from?
Who am I hiding from?
Who am I running from?
What am I running from?
Why do we have to run?
What am I running from?
Why do I have to run?
Ooooo
Ooooo
Why do I have to run?