Run, Run, Run

I do believe you’re free, to go just where you please
But when you leave this place, best pick up your pace
And run

Run, run, run, you must
‘Cause if you walk, you rust
You get crushed from a diamond into dirt road dust

I do believe it’s true, good things break in two
And when you leave this place, best tie up your lace
And run

I do believe it’s true
Good things come to those who run

Oh, you beautiful creature
You’re a feature presentation
Show me a little patience
Won’t you meet me at the station
When my train comes in