When they'd found him without name
He was cries resounding from the waste
He'd never speak but he could see
Eyes of a child and certified insane
His final drops of pride make the show go on
Running from the sun: Nobody's Hero
Running from the sun: Nobody'S Hero
Down the boulevard of unborn dreams
A little odd but then okay
On ruly tracks until she went astray
All she knew: You gotta run
They found the treadmill but she was gone
No past, no future to come
Final drops of pride make the show go on
Running from the sun: Nobody's Hero
Running from the sun: Nobody'S Hero
Down the boulevard of unborn dreams
Running from the sun: Nobody'S Hero
Down the boulevard of unborn dreams