Runner from This Place by Reeya Banerjee

rocket forward from the
quiet right before the dawn
from the moment I wake up
til I’m asleep it’s on

it’s impossible for me to
find a moment’s rest

moving with a purpose
I cannot allow fatigue
as I’m shoulder checking ladies from the junior league

it’s impossible for me to feel alone
in this mess

I gotta go
I’ve got somewhere to be
my inner life’s on hold
I must remain empty
I keep so cool that I’m cold

I’ll pass you by
(I’m on New York time)
I won’t be last in line
(with these feet I fly)

no shoes on the dirty tile
every step I’m tougher than before
face forgetting how to smile
I’ll make it if someone holds the door

no shoes on the dirty tile
every step I’m tougher than before
face forgetting how to smile
if time is money I’m poor

every person on
Manhattan is an island
The Jamaican boys all cheer me
on as I run by them

it’s impossible for me to feel alone in this mess

I gotta go
I’ve got somewhere to be
my inner life’s on hold
I must remain empty
I keep so cool that I’m cold

I’ll pass you by
(I’m on New York time)
I won’t be last in line
(with these feet I fly)

I catch my train
and watch my beloved
river rolling past
and for a moment

I catch my breath
I’m wrecked but I love it
and when I get back home I’m going running
I'm going running...

no shoes on the dirty tile
every step I’m tougher than before

no shoes on the dirty tile
every step I’m tougher than before
face forgetting how to smile
I’ll make it if someone holds the door

no shoes on the dirty tile
every step I’m tougher than before
face forgetting how to smile
if time is money I’m poor

• 90s alternative
• Pop
• alt rock
• indie rock
• power pop
• singer-songwriter
• Hanover