Dylan Zangwill - Bittersweet Melody Lyrics

I don't like who I am when I'm with you
And I don't know where I'm headed to
The road to home sure ain't my place
I gotta get the hell out of this place
The fields round here don't grow no longer
The air is crisp, the nature unsweet
I can't be here no longer
Here's your bittersweet melody
Run run run
Before that old man, he'll fetch his gun
Count your money
For your luck is on the run
Well it's hard to keep pretending
North Philadelphia never looked so small
The days they go on without ending
Well I'm through with it all
Run run run
Before that old man, he'll fetch his gun
Count your diamonds
For your luck is on the run
Run run run
Before that old man, fetches his gun
Count your lowreys
For your luck is on the run