Letra de The Runner
Hard times as we go We know what times will change I talked to Jesus Jesus says I'm okayPushing and jumping Jumping the mountain range And in a railroad Railroad from hell to MaineWhile she says she's on her own I'll be pacing on the phone Taking numbers, taking blame Awful sick and tired of the gangShe comes from nothing Hoping for a taste of fame She's got a birthmark A birthmark the shape of MaineWhile she says she's on her own I'll be pacing on the phone Taking numbers, taking blame Awful sick and tired of the gangAnd it's cold And it's cold And it's cold when you're near Cold when you're near any bottleCold and it's cold And it's cold when you're near Cold when you're near any bottleHard times as we go We know where times will change I talk to Jesus Jesus everydayHard times as we go