| bm | |
| Love the run but not the race |
| bm | |
| All alone in a silent way |
| em bm |
| World drifts in and the world's a stranger |
| G | D | bm | |
| In a light, e | clipsed and a | lienat | ed |
| G | D | |
| In a time, | occupied and in | vaded |
| G | F# | bm | |
| Can't tell what's right | , better hit the gr | ound running |
| bm | |
| In the hills where the tall weed grows |
| bm | |
| Hands are tied and won't let go |
| em bm |
| Can't escape this place without leaving the world behind |
| G | D | bm | |
| In a light | , ashamed and humili | ated |
| G | D | |
| In a time, sacrifi | ced for the sake | of trade |
| G | A | D | |
| The soul is bent, fee | ls the weight o | f truth |
| bm | G | |
| Falling through |
| G | A | D | bm | |
| Left behind, | no choice but to | run to the | mountains |
| G | A | bm | |
| Where no poppies grow, y | ou have to hit the ground | running |
| bm | G | D | bm | |
| In a light, para | lyzed and spirits fa | ding |
| bm | G | D | |
| Out of time, must decid | e to fall or run |
| G | A | D | bm | |
| Into the eye | , of the st | orm no sign or omen |
| G | A | D | |
| Make it right, | or fall to the othe | r side |
| bm | G | |
| Where fields are | burning |
| A | |
| From the day you're bor | n |
| bm | |
| We always hit the ground ru | nning. |