She used to climb as high as a limb.
She used to run as quick as a car,
But since she got sick she just sits in a bar.
And in the bar she'll have a beer or two,
Then maybe, why not, just another few.
And soon she can see herself running again
As fast as a cheetah, surrounded by men.
She looks to the sky and thinks it might rain.
But those raindrops they fall from her eyes once again.
The tears of sadness, once more do pour,
Try as she must, they won't hide anymore.
She misses the days of the hot summer haze.
To run like the wind and be free to stargaze.
Any yet it still seems just like yesterday;
Only about a mile away, that five minute mile.
As swift as the wind, and as free as a star,
Now the five minute mile she can drive with her car.
