Hit The Ground Running - Tim Finn

San Francisco New York City

Strangely silent strangely empty

His graffiti filled the subway

But where’s my brother

He could keep you up for hours

In a town of wilting flowers

I can more or less continue my life

I can give in or I can try

Hit the ground running

Hit the ground running for your life

Deadly virus so few survivors

Creeps up quickly leaves you darkly

But where’s my brother

When you’re standing shoulder to shoulder

Fear and anger make you bolder

I can more or less continue my life

I can give in or I can try

Hit the ground running

Hit the ground running for your life

He could keep you up for hours

He could keep you up for hours

I can more or less continue my life

I can give in or I can try

Hit the ground running

Hit the ground running for your life

I can always hit the street swaying

But there’s no one there to catch you when you fall

Hit the ground running

Hit the ground running for your life

I went to the river on the Lower East Side

Cried and cried and cried and cried

Went to the River on the Lower East Side

I cry cry cry cry cried