Running in place For the thrill of the chase Oh, not knowing, not knowing I was in, I was in paste I Reed Frost from outer-space I can't tell I can't tell But feel of faith Out of my head And out of my brain Eggs flapper wheat spice Raisins made of sugar and yeast I Reed Frost from outer-space I can't tell I can't tell But feel of faith
Running in place For the thrill of the chase Oh not knowing, not knowing I was in, I was in paste I Reed Frost from outer-space I can't tell I can't tell But feel of faith Out of my bed And out of my bread Eggs flapper wheat spice Raisins made of sugar and yeast I Reed Frost from outer-space I can't tell I can't tell But feel of faith