On sore legs and all,
under a wide-open sky,
Wilco’s new tunes
burning up the iPod,
I managed to push
beyond my latest limits
to get in a feisty four.
Yes, four miles my firends. Man have my sights been set lower than they’ve been in a long time.
On sore legs and all,
under a wide-open sky,
Wilco’s new tunes
burning up the iPod,
I managed to push
beyond my latest limits
to get in a feisty four.
Yes, four miles my firends. Man have my sights been set lower than they’ve been in a long time.