On a hill that never had a name Blood and earth and metal become mud Under the cursed rain It's been two days since he let go of that gun There's a man his Ma won't recognize By the skin of his teeth By the pain in his eyes he swears I was just a boy when all this had begun Alone in no man's land this is the run Trade in your boots Trade in your gunnysack Pick up the life that doesn't want you back Well, I can kill We've got no work left like that for you, son Come back Memorial Day Cast off, castaway this is the run Now past is past I've found my own way through I've got these wheels And waiting back at home well I've got you The closest to heaven that I've come My wingman on my right Sturgis in my sights I'm on the run Don't need to look for me I'm where I should be I'm on the run Come on and take that ride Brothers by my side I'm on the run Oh I, I am riding on the run...