Along the Runner (No Ordinary Crown) Songtext
von Will Johnson

Stack your bags along the runner
Another summer comes, sharpening its teeth
And the sensory release
Of a ticket store suspending your beliefs


A motion sickness in the throng
Sweet kid always talkin′ in the fame
And the fortunate really
Evening coming down, a memory retreat

Broken tire, a temporary patch
No ordinary crown
Sold your spite every other night
No ordinary crown