I’m ta- king it slow, keep- ing the pace
I’m on- ly look- ing to place
Ne- ver a loss, ne- ver a win
Bronze me- dals hang- ing from my bed
I’m run- ning the grey mat- ter laps
Out- ta my mind on the out- er track
If I don’t feel some- one else will
It’s all down- hi- ill from he- re
On my- y own
Run- ning out the one man ma- ra thon
Go- ing for the bronze, bronze, bronze
Ta- ken the licks, get- ting my stripes
Ev- ery- thing in life comes with a price
By a thread stay a- live
Make it hap- pen with a third rate stride for the
Run- ner up, run- ner up, run- ner up prize
I’ll take what I can get at the fi- nish line
Draft- ing the pack in the blind
All tho- rough- bre- eds in their pri- ime
Bound to- o show
Run- ning down this lone- ly roa- oad
For- go- ing the go- old
I’m go- ing, go- ing, go- ing for the bro- onze
I know there could be no- thing more than this
As they're all pu- shing their lim- its
I am left won- dering what I miss
Because they all seemed trapped
Hope- less- ly figh- ting o- ver scraps
But I won’t miss them when they’re gone
I won’t miss them when they’re go- one
On my own
Run- ning out the one man ma- ra- thon
Go- ing for the bronze, bronze, bronze
