Calexico - Quattro world drifts in

^bmLove the run but not the race ^bmAll alone in a silent way ^emWorld drifts in an^bmd the world's a stranger In a light, e^Gclipsed and a^Dlie^bmnated In a^G time, occupi^Ded and invaded ^GCan't tell w^F#hat's right^bm, better hit the ground running ^bmIn the hills where the tall weed grows ^bmHands are tied and won't let go ^emCan't escape this place^bm without leaving the world behind In a^G light, ash^Damed an^bmd humiliated In a time, s^Gacrifice^Dd for the sake of trade ^GThe soul is bent, fee^Als the we^Dight of truth ^bmFalling ^Gthrough ^GLeft be^Ahind, no ch^Doice but to ^bmrun to the mountains ^GWhere n^Ao poppies^bm grow, you have to hit the ground running ^bmIn a l^Gight, paralyzed^D an^bmd spirits fading ^bmOut of time, ^Gmust de^Dcide to fall or run ^GInto th^Ae eye, of ^Dthe storm ^bmno sign or omen ^GMake it r^Aight, or fall t^Do the other side Where^bm fie^Glds are burning From the da^Ay you're born We always^bm hit the ground running.