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