Run It Down

I was a witness to utter catastrophe

On a cold November day

You're studying Chaucer, the path of the pilgrims as they went along their way

And if our lives were like theirs, well who's to say?

They never made it to Canterbury anyway

I've tried to commit this, despite the resistance of my sorry lacking brain

To memory as if the script insists I have a role to play

But if they ever found out I was mimicking my pain

I imagine they'd say

Run it down, kid

Run it down