Not country.
Most of my life my dreams have been about being chased by an unseen pursuer or rushing frantically to get somewhere on time, with life-altering consequences. They are far more disturbing than it sounds. Any time I remember my dreams, I wake up distressed or terrified or terrifically distressed.
Lyrics
Dark breath behind a heavy door
Shadows creep under, spill across the floor
Hair bristles, stomach churns
Knob rattles, slowly turns
Run and run and run and run and run
Late and getting later all the time
Endless steeper stairwell still to climb
Missing pieces left behind
String of memory unwind
Run and run and run and run and run
Heavy boots
Bare feet
Cold dark
Empty street
Knotted fist
Spattered tears
Missed and missed
And years and years
Run and run and run and run and run
Run and run and run and run and run
Run and run and run and run and run
Pale dawn under wooden blinds
Daylight dimly memory unwinds
Tangled sweaty sheets
Every night repeats
Run and run and run and run and run