Marathon Runner

When I was a boy of seventeen, I know it's mean, but I I told my friend to give up on her dreams, she hated me, but I I knew that dreams were for the best of us, not for the rest of us, And I I didn't want to share with anyone I need a way to sing the greatest dance, and make Them laugh, I could win the wars, or lose the battles too, whichever's true I can live in other people's lives I can't stop putting on other people's clothes I love them 'til I leave I am a marathon runner And my legs are sore And I'm anxious to see What I'm running for I am a hot air balloon On a sailboat I would make this my home If I'd learned to float So take my treasures, take my earthly life, I'll try to cry, I will live without the things I love the best So hold them to your chest I will lose my faces, lose my stolen wigs, the heads of kings I will run until I know what to believe I am a marathon runner And my legs are sore And I'm anxious to see What I'm running for I am a hot air balloon On a sailboat I would make this my home If I'd learned to float