[Verse 1]
Young boy, young son
The game has begun
Feel it the pressure is on

The outcome is dear
From the adults you hear
Run, run, hustle, and run

And if he falls
God help us all
The net is open and bare

But we’re all just kids
Trying to belong
Out for a breath of fresh air

[Chorus 1]
The field is uneven
The players disheartened
The ball goes right over our heads
Me, I’m in the background
Playing with the daisies
Dreaming of days spent in bed

[Verse 2]
Oh we’re all just kids
Walking it off
As we run, run, hustle, and fall
[Chorus 2]
Mary spends the whole ride home crying
Her hands are frozen through to the bone
Me, I'm in the backseat
Watching the world pass me
Playing with the dew and the dust

[Verse 3/Outro]
But we’re all just kids
Making a mess
As we run, run, hustle, and fall
Oh as we run, run, hustle, and fall
I run, run, hustle…
Oh we fall