Blue Stone

[Verse 1] Alone or in company The city makes me nervous You know I'd rather be With little sorrel Or your house Or a little further Where I'd be standing With my reassurer Such an engine Speaks such gear words A cipher, a civilian's prayer American on the Dorset shore [Chorus] Runs for it Runs for it Runs for it To rest the pathetic [Verse 2] Again, tonight Such poverty Compels us to perfect our pride [Chorus] And run for it Run for it Run for it Run for it