Man,
I'm a runner,
and I'm begging for what I've done.
I'm a believer,
not a lover,
and I'm living my life undercover.
I'm a green,
white person stuck,
and they are on the track.
So I don't look down,
I don't look back.
Running on empty,
running out of luck,
I curse the wind.
So don't give up,
don't even think about giving in.
Somebody said,
breathing down my neck,
they hunt and chase.
So I don't slow down,
just
keep the pace.
There is an old train that I've got to ride,
a time to go.
Holding the
