Quattro (World Drifts In)

Love the run but not the race All alone in a silent way World drifts in And the world's a stranger In a light Eclipsed and alienated In a time Occupied and invaded Can't tell what's right Better hit the ground runnin' In the hills, where the tall weed grows Hands are tied and won't let go Can't escape this place Without leaving the world behind In a light Ashamed and humiliated In a time Sacrificed for the sake of trade The soul is bent Feels the weight of truth falling through Left behind No choice but to run to the mountains Where no poppies grow You have to hit the ground running In a light Paralyzed and spirits fading Out of time Must decide to fall or run Into the eye of the storm No sign or omen Make it right or fall to the other side Where fields are burning You'll always hit the ground runnin' Runnin' Runnin'