Quattro World Drifts In

[Bm]Love the run but not the race
[Bm]All alone in a silent way
[Em]World drifts in and the world's a [Bm]stranger
In a light, e[G]clipsed and a[D]lienat[Bm]ed
In a time,[G] occupied and in[D]vaded
[G]Can't tell what's right[F#], better hit the gr[Bm]ound running
[Bm]In the hills where the tall weed grows
[Bm]Hands are tied and won't let go
[Em]Can't escape this place without leaving the world b[Bm]ehind
In a light[G], ashamed and humili[D]ated  [Bm]
In a time, sacrifi[G]ced for the sake [D]of trade
[G]The soul is bent, fee[A]ls the weight o[D]f truth
[Bm]Falling through [G]
[G]Left behind,[A] no choice but to [D]run to the [Bm]mountains
[G]Where no poppies grow, y[A]ou have to hit the ground [Bm]running
[Bm]In a light, para[G]lyzed and spirits fa[D]ding[Bm]
[Bm]Out of time, must decid[G]e to fall or run   [D]
[G]Into the eye[A], of the st[D]orm no sign or omen   [Bm]
[G]Make it right,[A] or fall to the othe[D]r side
Where fields are [Bm]burning[G]
From the day you're bor[A]n
We always hit the ground ru[Bm]nning.