Mary Chapin Carpenter - The Shelter Of Storms

You always had the gift of speed;
You'd disappear without a trace.
It all depended on the need and the pain you could not face.
So you would leave the home you'd found,
Pack it up without delay.
Cut your losses, blow that town,
And tomorrow was another day.
All the years and all the miles,
Maybe you lost track of time.
I look back now only once and awhile;
My memory just wants to blur the lines.
'Cause you know me, I just can't change.
I greet the sun, and find it strange
To watch you run for the shelter of storms
For the shelter of storms.

Now where are you out in the world
Searching for a little grace