Lot

Running on and on Through this door And through the next You can’t turn back Pillars of salt you’ll become Running running So out of breath He really hurt her Stole her star Running on and on No more avoiding Keep running Keep running So tired So out of breath The languid limbs Yearning to give up Can she do it outrun the demon Can she flee the inevitable Door number 1 Door number 2 She starts to turn but no cannot cannot turn back must be like Lot not like his wife must keep going not turn into salt The past it grows bigger it grows stronger And she is weary And she is weak She near the top And her bosom heaves heavily and the sweat runs down the brow tears burn the coffee brown eyes She looks to the top Ready to give it all she's got Running and running No turning back....