Running - James Wesley

This old truck has seen better days

The windshield’s cracked and it’s pealing paint

It’s just like me in a lot of ways

But still running

One august night you changed our plans

And this ole truck was my moving van

Now I’m a million miles from being your man

And still running

And I’ll be running

Pushing that red line

Knowing your memory’s a minute behind

And I’ll be running

As far as I can go

'Til I run out of time or run out of road

I’ll be running

This old heart might miss a beat

When you catch up to me in my dreams

But as soon as I’m up, I put boots on my feet

I’m running

And I’ll be running

Pushing that red line

Knowing your memory’s a minute behind

And I’ll be running

As far as I can go

'Til I run out of time or run out of road

I’ll be running

The farther I get the more I regret

Not turning this truck around

But I gotta keep fighting on through the night

Keep putting this pedal down

'Cause I know

Yeah I know

That I’ll be running

Pushing that red line

As long as your memory’s a minute behind

And I’ll be running

As far as I can go

'Til I run out of time or run out of road

I’ll be running