Last of a kind I am, not missed or even known
In a moment of weakness I let you take me home
Now I'm listening all over - I'm a running joke
Some story the soldiers tell, that kind of joke
It's not, it's not funny
I was not welcomed home,
But they let me sleep outside
And this was more than most
And they let me keep my life
It's not, it's not funny
This was my only crime for which I'm twice condemned
If I get torn in half, how will all my running run?
Because in this war for me they won't use my name
Because it fills them with honor and it fills them with shame
Sometimes I think on him
Hair sneaking around my waist
My head is thrown to one side
Every hear of myself replace
It's not, it's not funny
Between the sun and and moon there is no place for me
If I seem serious - that's the way of wilderness
In a moment of weakness I let you take me home
Now I'm listening all over - I'm a running joke
Some story the soldiers tell, that kind of joke
It's not, it's not funny
I was not welcomed home,
But they let me sleep outside
And this was more than most
And they let me keep my life
It's not, it's not funny
This was my only crime for which I'm twice condemned
If I get torn in half, how will all my running run?
Because in this war for me they won't use my name
Because it fills them with honor and it fills them with shame
Sometimes I think on him
Hair sneaking around my waist
My head is thrown to one side
Every hear of myself replace
It's not, it's not funny
Between the sun and and moon there is no place for me
If I seem serious - that's the way of wilderness