Never Run To You

You were in white

I was in gray

I was doing circles at the foot of your golden mane

You were making speeches

You were naming names

Somewhere in your eye I think I see the flicker

Of a man who's slain

Oh--I want to run to you

Oh--I want to run to you

Oh--I want to run to you

I want to run to you

Little sister Mandy

Is a little bit strange

She thinks she's a satellite

I can understand that

You're not to blame

I can see the pilot holding your love

With a silver rein

Mandy's in the whitehouse

Gregory's in sales

Me and old Cissy are pissing on the family tree

I'll save you my speeches

If you save me your name

Eyes in the orbit fixed on the first thing

To set them free