The crook of my good arm

You start to worry about your health
As you reach a certain age.
So in a careful tongue,
I have chosen one,
That I believe is safe,
In the crook of my good arm.

All the liars I know,
Tell me the course is bleak.
They can go to hell,
I know that story well,
And maybe I am weak.
But not the crook of my good arm.

Run run, through the thicket and the barley,
Run run, for the sake of your good name.
Run for the puzzle of it all,
For the child in your heart that's taking all the blame.

And you might hear them say it
Isn't mine to claim,
But I don't really care.
You see the world ain't fair
They'd probably do the same.
The cook of my good arm.
The cook of my good arm.

Run run, through the thicket and the barley,
Run run, for the sake of your good name.
Run for the puzzle of it all,
For the child in your heart that's taking all the blame.
Run.

Run run, through the thicket and the barley,
Run run, for the sake of your good name.
Run for the puzzle of it all,
For the child in your heart that's taking all the blame.

Run run, through the thicket and the barley,
Run run, for the sake of your good name.
Run for the puzzle of it all,
For the child in your heart that's taking all the blame.