Running Out - Roy Buchanan

I’m just a boy, but I’m a man

My body’s young, my mind is old

I’ve lived through life movin' all the time

Stories I can tell of things I’ve seen and done

And feelings that I’ve hid and cannot find

Ooh Ooh Ooh I think I’m running out of time

Peace of mind, you escape me

Peace of mind, you could rape me

Every time I get you near to me

I’ve got to chase you to another town

The time when I was born, and the city I been in

I got the Gypsy Spirit making all my moves

I got no home I can remember

My only friend is gone

And I only see my mother in December

Ooh Ooh Ooh I think I’m running out of time

Peace of mind, I forsake you

Peace of mind, think I hate you

Even if you let me find your home

I think I’ll pass it up and move on down the road

Well I got mountains in my past

And the valleys up ahead

I got miles, and miles, and miles before I sleep

I need to have a week, or just a day, or just an hour

To sleep, but I can’t remember how to dream

Ooh Ooh Ooh I’m givin' up on peace of mind