Lyrics Run - Obits

Run

I run and I run
I run marathons
When you trade in broken hearts
You’ve got to learn to endure
You can laugh if you want
We’re all comedians
But you can’t deny your past
When it’s right in your lap
All the young men have grown their beards
It hides their guns, it buys them beer
I read and I read
I read magazines
It’s not that I don’t have time
Time is on my side
And it’s not about your age
Because youth isn’t everything
It’s how you learn to cope
It’s how you survive
All the old men want young wives
It satisfies their pride
And all those old men will burn their brides
To mollify their nights