Julian runs,
to save his life again,
he doesn’t like the wind,
blowing at his face.

He runs to a place,
that is beautiful,
beautiful,
and nothing ever hurts.

His cowboy boots are hitting on the floor,
but his laces are untied.

And he might stumble,
maybe he might fall,
I’m sure it won’t break his glassy smile.

Julian runs.
Julian runs.
Run Julian, run Julian, run Julian, run,
run Julian, run Julian, run Julian, run.