The farther I go the less I know
One foot goes in front of the other
It all boils down to not hanging around
To keep moving in front of the gravity
The answer is there the answer is there
But “there” is not a fixed position
It keeps moving along so I keep coming along
And that’s why I’m a long distance runner
And if I stop to catch my breath
I might catch a piece of death
I can’t keep your pace if I want to finish this race
My fight’s not with it
It’s with the gravity
Long distance runner
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:) one of their greatest. Epic lyrics from/about a band that kept “moving along” and “didn’t hang around”. They finally caught a piece of death though; age did it. Pretty normal.
Indeed.
^__^