he always runs around like he's got something to say
the irony is that he always stays in place
if your well of patience has run dry
he's always got another thing to say when he's inside
patience was a virtue for saints
and i took all of that in spades
look now the runner has new legs
he's always running around the parts that he knows
sowing seeds of doubtful hope wherever he goes
but that's never too far from the height
and the light turns off for the very last time
patience was a virtue for saints
and i took all of that in spades
look now the runner has new legs
don't look down the ground's gone away