Mark Whitaker

Lyrics

Every step is a hike
Every fall is a crime
Every rose, a reminder
Of the thorns in my side
Every outfit's a costume
Every excuse is a friend
Every plan is a rescue
From the moment I'm in

Still running from the same old things
Still reaching for a hand
I'm so sorry if I let you down
That's the kind of fool I am

Every word is a code
Every breath is a sigh
Every thought's an intruder
That preys on my mind
Every road is a wager
Every bump is a bruise
Every place is a pitstop
To carry me through

Still running from the same old things
Still reaching for a hand
I'm so sorry if I let you down
That's the kind of fool I am