who stays in one place;
A frantic sprinter and a runner
keeping perfect pace.
Never tripping or trapping,
pictures keep snapping;
Seeing that tired old smile
on a weary runner's face.
A driver without a license,
a singer singing silence,
A fighter without violence,
and I leave without a trace.
So I'm a travelling man
who never really moves,
Muddling through evidence
that I never try to prove.
A runner and a rambler,
a whiskey ridden gambler;
Cuz I can do it all right here,
because there's always stuff to do.
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