Running Shoes from Body by The Sound of Stars Communicating

Bottles and cans for a trip to Japan
Or a good pair of running shoes

A pound of flesh for an ounce of success
Or a good pair of running shoes

A house and a yard, some gas in my car
A stable home or a bug out bag

I've come to care for the clothes that I wear but I know every shirt could be a white flag
And I'll wave it
I'll lace up
My running shoes

Going, going
Now I'm gone
All the world's for sale
And I'll buy it for a song
Wouldn't be the first time
I've had to move along

Going, going,
I can't seem to go
Forced knowing
What no one wants to know
Wouldn't be the first time
I've had to go alone
The last empty seat
On an outbound train could be a throne

• Rock
• indie
• post-rock
• Oswego