Long distance runner - Christian Kjellvander

It started out upon a day

New York lay folded like a daisy

Shanghai mouth dry like a worn out bible

Another morning without a title

Now you’re as dead as dead can be

Like the hardships felt in 1953

Like the one eyed lady and all her tears

And the grand old oak that died for 200 years

Why would anyone not love the sun?

Why would anyone not praise the fun?

Why would anyone not try to choose?

Why would anyone not sing the blues?

I still see you on a horses back

The sun it is shining so brightly

And I can’t tell I can’t tell

If you are leaving

Or

Riding back

A day is a day is a day

A day is a day is a day

A day is a day is a day

A day is a day is a day