Dust ‘round your shoes

Hard to keep navy blue

Clean as you need it to be

They’ll all know you were running

They’ll know you swallowed a flea

What buzzards don’t pick off ya

Will keep breathing

The good parts see and see

And a little old glad drizzle

Will be just enough to grab the seed

It’ll come in the lull of evening

And nobody has to deny

Or grasp or cheer or believe

And baby you won’t have to lie

About gettin’ beat down on bad streets

Cause you made it

Arrived at complete

And the runners

Keep on chasing