You sing for me, my friend Brave and confident And there is comfort between your breaths And I use sense to help
But when the days beneath me Scream into my present I must always run the race on my own
Your warmth is in my bed Your voice above the stairs And then the touching that comes regret Becomes my mercy chair
Even when the sun is burning Saving graces I must always run the race on my own
Oh the sinking and descent Of every saving word And the destruction of all convention And all corrupted thought Dig their nails into my optimistic shell I must always run the race on my own I must always run the race on my own I must always run the race on my own