Lyrics

How many times you close your eyes and see yourself so clear?
Up there tall on the pedestal and now you are so near
You’re held up fine in a pleasure high as your endorphins overload
You feel so primed as your heartbeat climbs and you’re ready to explode
But sometimes it’s better still when your pace has slowed

Chorus:
Marathon Sunday, Marathon Sunday
All the joy’s in the grind
Never mind how the journey ends

You’re working up a sweat so good and you’re lost inside the ride
To your side I come just to drive you on, now you’re so close to satisfied
So hear my cry now amplify as your coach, your fan and lover
As your rhythms spin all the ways to win are yours now to discover
And if all those pass you by we’ll find another
(chorus)

Now I’ll be there when you cross the finish line
To dry you off and help you catch your breath
There’s a celebration just for you and we can kick it off real smooth
With the practiced art of two healthy hearts
And a love locked in its groove

So come on let’s stay home, we’ll make our own, we’ll run our own
(chorus)

© 2009 Rob Berretta