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Music and Lyrics by Luke Gyure.
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Everything is normal – the grey suit, the blue eyes, the red eye with room for cream. But the usual sadness is mixed with madness, like he’s looking for the exit in a bad dream.

“Ron, you alright? You seem kinda frazzled. You sure you want this shot?”

He says, “Ian, my friend, lately I’m afraid frazzled is all I’ve got.”

(Run, Ron. Run, Ron.)

As he starts to drive to God knows where, he thinks about her father…that night at the lake when they stood there alone, staring out at that shiny black water.

He said, “Listen, Ron, you’re a real good kid, but you better be a damn good man. Your wife will always be my little girl. Understand?”

“You see that house, up there, on the hill? You hear that laughter inside? I worked for that. And you will too. Make no mistake – you will too.”

As he makes the turn onto Liberty Road, he remembers the first day at the firm, the way her father paraded him all around the office and said, “Son, there’s so much for you to learn.”

“This is Joy. She’s might right-hand woman. She can get you whatever you need.” In her eyes Ron saw that shiny, black water, washing him out to the sea.

(Run, Ron. Run, Ron. Run, Ron. Run, Ron.)

. . . . .

Joy broke the news on his one-year anniversary, the sunlight fading from the room. She put his right hand in the middle of her belly and said, “I’m keeping it. Even if I can’t keep you.”

. . . . .

He pulls over to the side of the road as it is starting to snow, shuts the engine off, and he steps out into the Michigan cold, it’s mission bitter and bold: to cut right to your teeth. He puts his jacket on the passenger seat. People passing, there is nothing to see here. Just a man in the prime of his life, doing what he does best.

Feet patter on the frozen ground, the glorious sound of an animal in flight. Same rhythm, predator or prey, but he could not say which one he is tonight. Legs whipping in the naked trees, tie flying in the naked breeze. He falls down onto his knees, just to feel the earth.

(Run, Ron. Run, Ron. Run, Ron. Run, Ron.)

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from Ian Limbo: The Rough Drafts, released November 15, 2011
Luke Gyure: Guitars, Vocals, Music, Lyrics, Arrangement, Production
Ryan Vaughn: Percussion
Steve Wall (of Gardentone, Brooklyn, NY): Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Production

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