There’s some kind of runner in this village
Running all ‘round, ‘round and never tiring of going ‘round in circles
He’s simply going everywhere I’ve been
Fertilizing all my old weeds, growing those jasmines with shameless nurturing
Bringin’em back from the dead, back from underground seeds
He’s running ‘round from apartment complex to apartment complex
And I can’t go anywhere without seeing something that I once did
So that every time I go inside, I hear secondhand about things that I once did
Things that he is bringing out again
Even though he knows that I’m dead tired off running into people that I can’t remember how I met
Don’t follow me, runner.