And where mistakes repeat, repeat, repeat
Like legs that lift and fall, that lift and fall
In shoes that know the softness of the street
And yet, deny the rhythmic sole to call
The beat of life’s mistakes becomes a song
A little song that’s published in the night
And when the other runners sing along
You’ll hear the wrong of ev’rything that’s right
And so you turn to face the past that flees
And yet you face the back of what succumbs
To words that wear a sickly-sweet disease
Because they’ve learned that truth adheres and numbs
And where mistakes repeat before they end
They’ll learn the words I’ve offered to my friend.