I was sitting in a carriage
On my way to see a concert
And I was looking out the window
With my reflection in the dirt
And in a blur I saw factories, straight rows of trees
A message on the water
I bought fags 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
Follow me down to a room by a brook
Under the railway, over the barbed wire
Along a pathway that's made of desire
Singing songs that we're too young to call new
Look up above, see a lark, sing a song
But I know to be true
Whatever I do
Wherever I run
The landscape remains
And I guess I'm gonna
Oh, be a runner
I'll run back into forever and ever
And 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
There's tarmac beneath
Chains to faded lager cans
Crisp bags and leaves
Over the bushes and past the old dens
I broke to a jog before jumping the fence
Singing songs that we're too young to call new
Look up above, see a lark, sing a song
But I know to be true
Whatever I do
Wherever I run
The landscape remains
And I guess I'm gonna
Oh, be a runner
I'll run back into forever and ever
And I don't expect you'd understand
Well I know that it's true
Whatever I do
Wherever I run
The landscape remains
And I guess I'm gonna
Oh, be a runner
I'll run back into forever and ever
Yeah I know that it's true
Whatever I do
Wherever I run
The landscape remains
And I guess I'm gonna
Oh, be a runner
I'll run back into forever and ever
And I don't expect you'd understand
How this could ever make me happy
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