Runner

Last night I slept in a doorway
The rain was soft and fair
The utilities were digging up the street
But none of them saw me there


Cause I was like a Tarahumara
Like a Tarahumara
Like an Indian
Like an Indian
Like a ghost in the canyon where
    the conquistadores
Have never even been
Like a Tarahumara
Like a Tarahumara
Like an Indian
Like an Indian


Then one of them noticed me
And they all got kind of nervous
Don't know if it was cause I was still here
Or because I had no need for the service


Cause I was like a Tarahumara
Like a Tarahumara
Like an Indian
Like an Indian
Drifting like a cloud across the mountainside
With the wildfire still blazing
Like a Tarahumara
Like a Tarahumara
Like an Indian
Like an Indian


Well even if they whistle you for a false start
Just keep going, don't look back
Just so long as your path has heart
The perfect runner leaves no track
After many, many hundreds of miles
I overtook myself at last
I made pretty good time overall
On my journey through the past


Like a Tarahumara
Like a Tarahumara
Like an Indian
Like an Indian
Like a spirit already long since finished
Before his race was even run
Like a Tarahumara
Lke a Tarahumara
Like an Indian
Like an Indian
Like a coyote in the shadow of the wilderness
At the setting of the sun
Like a runner . . . 
Like a runner . . .


Like a runner . . . fading away
Like a runner . . . fading away
Like a runner . . . fading away