Marathon Runner

When I was a boy of seventeen, I know it’s mean, but I

I told my friend to give up on her dreams, she hated me, but I

I knew that dreams were for the best of us, not for the rest of us, and I

I didn’t want to share with anyone

I need a way to sing the greatest dance, and make them laugh

I could win the wars, or lose the battles too, whichever’s true

I can live in other people’s lives

I can’t stop putting on other people’s clothes

I love them ‘til I leave

I am a marathon runner and my legs are sore, and I'm anxious to see

What I'm running for

I am a hot air balloon on a sailboat

I would make this my home

If I'd learned to float

So take my treasures, take my earthly life, I'll try to cry

I will live without the things I love the best

So hold them to your chest

I will lose my faces, lose my stolen wigs, the heads of kings

I will run until I know what to believe

I am a marathon runner, and my legs are sore, and I'm anxious to see

What I'm running for

I am a hot air balloon on a sailboat

I would make this my home

If I'd learned to float