On a hill that never had a name

Blood and earth and metal become mud

Under the cursed rain

It's been two days since he let go of that gun

There's a man his Ma won't recognize

By the skin of his teeth

By the pain in his eyes he swears

I was just a boy when all this had begun

Alone in no man's land this is the run



Trade in your boots

Trade in your gunnysack

Pick up the life that doesn't want you back

Well, I can kill

We've got no work left like that for you, son



Come back Memorial Day

Cast off, castaway this is the run



Now past is past

I've found my own way through

I've got these wheels

And waiting back at home well I've got you

The closest to heaven that I've come

My wingman on my right

Sturgis in my sights I'm on the run

Don't need to look for me

I'm where I should be I'm on the run

Come on and take that ride

Brothers by my side I'm on the run



Oh I, I am riding on the run...