To the tune of “Sailing” by Christopher Cross.

Well, it’s not far down to paradise, at least it’s not for me Almost any time you can lace your flats, and find tranquility Oh, a singlet can do miracles, put one on and see

Believe me

It’s not too far to peace of mind, you can get there too Running short or long or fast or slow, brings you serenity A marathon does miracles, run one soon and see

Believe me

Running, takes me away to where I always wanted to be Running shoes and the ground to carry me And soon I will be free

Well, it’s not too far to better health, it’s simple to achieve Either day or night run joyfully, toward a better you

Oh, an ultra can do miracles, go beyond and see

Believe me

It’s not too far to blacktop, or any nearby trail

Any time is right to run outside, and be innocent again Oh, fartleks can do miracles, run a few and see Believe me

Joie de vivre, it gets the best of me

When I’m running

Every step is a joy for me, carpe diem brings reverie Won’t you believe me?

It’s a joy any time of year, that much is so very clear

And when the climb is right you feel more alive, than you thought possible Oh, ascending can do miracles, exert yourself and see

Believe me

Clarity, it always comes to me

When I’m running

All my cares simply melt away, there’s no better form of play Won’t you believe me today?

Running, takes me away to where I always wanted to be Running shoes and the ground to carry me

And soon I will be free OR