Swift foxes

Yaaaa
My father used to say
To get through the day
Youve got to run from everything but
No need to argue
My legs will pull me through
But you have got to keep up when we're running in the snow

We run, we run

We keep running from the cold
Running so we never get old
But we have got to keep our instincts, keep our instincts
Running from what we know
Keeping me in my old
Cynical nonsense
I want to run

My feet are black and blue
From keeping up with you
I try to yell but you cant hear me down leave me behind
No need to argue
My legs will pull me through
But you have got to keep up when we're running dont you know