In the drugged lull of the afternoon, meet me there, oh, slip away

I know there's work to do around here, but it can wait

For an hour or two

Run away with me, run away with me

It doesn't matter where we go

Down by the creek or in the tall grass or Mexico

There's a glimmer in the gardener's eye, it's been there for a while

And it's beginning to take on a life of it's own

Oh, run away with me, run away with me

And the dusty dry fields, have an idea, of something growing

And they talk amongst themselves, of the ragged joys to come...

Run away with me, run away with me

The prayer of our bodies under a crimson sun

Run run, run from the voice of reason

You're brave responsibility makes me crazy

Run away with me, run away with me

And after you're gone and I am alone again

With the taste of soup and kisses and the moon rising

Almost ridiculous with the goodness of living

Love's the impossible habit to break...