Danny Songtext
von Ye Vagabonds
Danny Songtext
On your marks, get ready, our toes against the line
When the whistle blew, I knew that I′d been left behind
I hammered on the tarmac, my face was turning red
There was no catching Danny, he was half a mile ahead
I wished I could be like him, burning brighter than the rest
I had no idea how he learned to move so fast
He ran like he could feel something snapping at the heels
Of his worn-out shoes
Too fast to follow, too hot to hold, to go, to lose
At 16, he dropped them, soon after, he left home
If he couldn't make them happy, he′d be better off alone
Had ways to make some money, dealing on the side
I could have talked him out of it, but I never even tried
No fear of repercussions, he'd only crack a grin
He'd outrun his shadow before they catch up with him
He ran like he could feel something snapping at the heels
Of his worn-out shoes
Too fast to follow, too hot to hold, to go, to lose
The last time I saw Danny was at a Lucky Lake one night
Smoking in a corner, his face and shoulders tight
His girlfriend hit the needle sometime back in July
You could see that she was fading by the shadows ′round his eyes
It was strange to hear him talk until his cheeks were wet
Did he already know it was the last chance he might get?
Later that same year, in the early wintertime
Danny broke the record when he crossed the finish line
He ran like he could feel something snapping at the heels
Of his worn-out shoes
Too fast to follow, too hot to hold, to go, to lose
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
When the whistle blew, I knew that I′d been left behind
I hammered on the tarmac, my face was turning red
There was no catching Danny, he was half a mile ahead
I wished I could be like him, burning brighter than the rest
I had no idea how he learned to move so fast
He ran like he could feel something snapping at the heels
Of his worn-out shoes
Too fast to follow, too hot to hold, to go, to lose
At 16, he dropped them, soon after, he left home
If he couldn't make them happy, he′d be better off alone
Had ways to make some money, dealing on the side
I could have talked him out of it, but I never even tried
No fear of repercussions, he'd only crack a grin
He'd outrun his shadow before they catch up with him
He ran like he could feel something snapping at the heels
Of his worn-out shoes
Too fast to follow, too hot to hold, to go, to lose
The last time I saw Danny was at a Lucky Lake one night
Smoking in a corner, his face and shoulders tight
His girlfriend hit the needle sometime back in July
You could see that she was fading by the shadows ′round his eyes
It was strange to hear him talk until his cheeks were wet
Did he already know it was the last chance he might get?
Later that same year, in the early wintertime
Danny broke the record when he crossed the finish line
He ran like he could feel something snapping at the heels
Of his worn-out shoes
Too fast to follow, too hot to hold, to go, to lose
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Writer(s): Diarmuid Mac Gloinn, Brían Mac Gloinn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

