I was sitting in carriage
On my way to see a concert
And I was looking out the window
Through my reflection in the dirt
And in a blur I saw factories
Straight rows of trees
A message on a wall to rival fans
And then I thought of those departed
And knowing that there is no heaven
I thought no other ragged region
Could ever make me smile and think of them
If you wanted to suss me out
And sum me up, you could
Follow me down to a route by a brook
Over the railway, under the barbed wire
Along a pathway that's made of desire
Singing songs that were too young to call new
Look up above, see a lark sing the song
That I know to be true
Whatever I do
Wherever I run
The landscape remains
And I guess I'm gonna
Be a runner
I'll run back and to
Forever and ever
I don't expect you'd understand
So, as I exited the station
I pulled my scarf over my nose
And swiftly altered my direction
Forgoing music, I heard melodies
As the tarmac beneath
Changed to faded lager cans
Crisps bags and leaves
Over the bushes and past the old dens
I broke into a jog before jumping a fence
Singing songs that were too young to call new
Look up above see a lark sing the song
That I know to be true
Whatever I do
Wherever I run
The landscape remains
And I guess I'm gonna
Be a runner
I'll run back and to
Forever and ever
I don't expect you'd understand
I know that it's true
Whatever I do
Wherever I run
The landscape remains
And I guess I'm gonna
Be a runner
I'll run back and to
Forever and ever
I don't expect you'd understand
How this could ever make me happy