and you said you didn't care about distancenthat being miles apart didn't make any differenceni told you i was slow and you thought that it was funnand i said: well, i'd rather walk than runnand if one day i make it back to my homelandnif people know the songs that i wrote for my bandnwell, i'll buy new shoes for my daughter and a house for my mumnbut you know i'd rather walk than runnand you told me not to take the long way home nightlynyou told me: david, you shouldn't take it lightlynyou could get chased by some crook or even mocked by a bombnand i was like: mum, i'd rather walk than runnand it is crazy to thing how mad i made younand it's weird to think how bad now i miss younlike when you stood there awaiting for me in the early morning sunnand i was like: i'd rather walk than runnand now the aching in my heart amuse menand memories of you confuse menbut if i have to rush to get you back, i will go alonenand you know i'd rather walk than runnwell you know i'd rather walk than run