Verse 1

Dust jumps hard beneath my heel

The open miles are made of steel

No map can hold the line I choose

I run too fast for fear to use

Pre-Chorus

Sun at my shoulder, wind in my teeth

One more stride and the world falls beneath

Chorus

Run like the horizon owes you ground

Run till the last horizon breaks

Two voices rising, one heart pounding

No road can tell us where to brake

Run—leave the dust behind us

Run—let the wide world shake

Verse 2

A rider cuts across the plain