He was a lorry driver,
Riding far way from home
Sleeping in the ditches
Feeling freedom in a truck
He leaves a wife and children
When the company failed out
With promises of better times
he left the oldest town
He’s running down,down, down
Running down,down, down,
He’s running down, and take it calm…
And now he lives in Boston,
Working as casual staff
Sometimes he sends some money
And a gift in christmas time
He is dreaming with the glorious day
When he could coming back
To sleep with Mary and children
And again to drive his truck
He’s running down,down, down
Running down,down, down,
He’s running down, and take it calm…
He’s running down,down, down
Running down,down, down,
He’s running down, and take it calm…
Running down, (so far)
Running down, (with hopes)
Running down, take it calm…
Running down, (resist)
Running down, (don’t fall)
Running down, take it calm…
And if the world is burning oooohhhhh
dreaming with his glorious day oooohhhhh
If everything is going down oooohhhhh
dreaming with a better days oooohhhhh
And he’s running down,down, down
Running down,down, down,
© Words & Music by Ian Lints
