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