There stands a man at the fork in the road
A constant divide in the war for what's wrong or right
There stands a man at the edge of the world
Sinking below the horizon, with nowhere to stare
Counting the moments and all that was given
And all that was given
And all that was given
There goes a stranger on the narrow shoulder
Walking the wire for the choices that she denied
There goes a stranger with no one to hold her
Leaving behind but her mark in the sand
Discarding the moments and all that was given
When you understand
The world that you stand in
May you lay low
And make no mistake
The turns you missed taking
Won't be a fault
Of your own
On the run (man on the run)
Man on the run (man on the run)
Man on the run (man on the run)