Obits - Run lyrics

I run and I run I run marathons When you trade in broken hearts You've got to learn to endure You can laugh if you want We're all comedians But you can't deny your past When it's right in your lap All the young men have grown their beards It hides their guns, it buys them beer I read and I read I read magazines It's not that I don't have time Time is on my side And it's not about your age Because youth isn't everything It's how you learn to cope It's how you survive All the old men want young wives It satisfies their pride And all those old men will burn their brides To mollify their nights