I walk down that forbidden hallway, drapped with overdo red carpet, vintage painted walls, and memories so sweet and tangible that I'd be content to dwell there for hours.  And it's just like back then when you sang, "...and I waited for you."  Except, this time, you say, "Too bad for the running man."  Oh, serenade me in that hallway anyday.

And now, I remember how I begged her for the key to the room that was not meant for me.  And she, smiling like love, handed me the key...attached to a long, wooden stick.  Ooo me.  So lucky.  I loved it.  The perks, I would say.  But not then.  No, now I'd say that, but then again, thinking back over it, it was more of the prequel to it all.  And it all happened...in that hallway...the same hallway where you said, "Just a picture and a feeling and a face." 

But there is no picture.  The picture is the scene that is forever plastered on my mind.  That hallway.  And oh, the illegal things I did in that red abyss.  From taking off my shoes and running silently to access its secret passageways, I did it all.  I took it all.  I gave it all back, but then, I gained it all back.  Oh, yeah, I ran, just like you said twice...once then, and now again. 

If I could, I would lean against the off white, pinkish walls, and slowly slide down until I was sitting on the carpet...in the midst...of the hallways...the hallway of memories...the hallway where I waited.  Yes, I would just sit there and take it all in.  I would play it all back again like I would a tape...oh, the tapes.  You know what I mean.

But then again, you're right.  Too bad for the running gal.  I was the running gal...runaway running from it all--runaway running to it all--runaway running in the middle of it all.  So yes, let me now run in my mind to that safe, red velvet place...that place where she handed me the wooden key.