Running

Yeah, it’s the last few days of September, but it’s a good beach day And I set an alarm to wake me up at five, but woke up at eleven anyway It’s the consequence of circumstance, I know, but just like any beginning We’re cuttin’ our teeth here- it’s time to get the wheel spinning ‘Cause I am flawed! But I gotta start somewhere I’m hoping to god I can get myself out there every day But I gotta start somewhere. I can get up and out if I try. It’s hard! Yeah, my nose is running harder than I am And I’m hot, and I’m sweaty, and it’s early, and I could go sleep I must be out of my mind to think that I could ever be out here, kicking up dirt like everyone else But sometimes you just have to say “What the hell?” (Every time I get knocked down, I’m giving it another try)