Fall Hide your horses, hold your tongue Hang the rich and spare the young Who drain the spirits from the jars Hope the fences, steal the cars Run and fumes and from the north And burn for us right through the fall
All the ladies call your name Brush your hair like it could be tamed Hitch their dresses past the knees Spilling to the floor like ease They swing the bridges one and more And burn for us right through the fall
All our running, all our running All our running, all our running
And we'll seize the captain's wheel A mutiny we've come to feel When [?]their aiming's gone from view With everything we thought to do Oh, the devil won't have me I wonder who will, I wonder who will All our running is a crawl And burns for us right through the fall
All our running, all our running All our running, all our running All our running, all our running All our running, all our running