I’m ta- king it slow, keep- ing the pace I’m on- ly look- ing to place Ne- ver a loss, ne- ver a win Bronze me- dals hang- ing from my bed I’m run- ning the grey mat- ter laps Out- ta my mind on the out- er track If I don’t feel some- one else will It’s all down- hi- ill from he- re On my- y own Run- ning out the one man ma- ra thon Go- ing for the bronze, bronze, bronze Ta- ken the licks, get- ting my stripes Ev- ery- thing in life comes with a price By a thread stay a- live Make it hap- pen with a third rate stride for the Run- ner up, run- ner up, run- ner up prize I’ll take what I can get at the fi- nish line Draft- ing the pack in the blind All tho- rough- bre- eds in their pri- ime Bound to- o show Run- ning down this lone- ly roa- oad For- go- ing the go- old I’m go- ing, go- ing, go- ing for the bro- onze I know there could be no- thing more than this As they're all pu- shing their lim- its I am left won- dering what I miss Because they all seemed trapped Hope- less- ly figh- ting o- ver scraps But I won’t miss them when they’re gone I won’t miss them when they’re go- one On my own Run- ning out the one man ma- ra- thon Go- ing for the bronze, bronze, bronze