Quattro (World Drifts In)

Love the run but not the race

All alone in a silent way

World drifts in

And the world's a stranger

In a light

Eclipsed and alienated

In a time

Occupied and invaded

Can't tell what's right

Better hit the ground runnin'

In the hills, where the tall weed grows

Hands are tied and won't let go

Can't escape this place

Without leaving the world behind

In a light

Ashamed and humiliated

In a time

Sacrificed for the sake of trade

The soul is bent

Feels the weight of truth falling through

Left behind

No choice but to run to the mountains

Where no poppies grow

You have to hit the ground running

In a light

Paralyzed and spirits fading

Out of time

Must decide to fall or run

Into the eye of the storm

No sign or omen

Make it right or fall to the other side

Where fields are burning

You'll always hit the ground runnin'

Runnin'

Runnin'