Towpaths

Tired hands losing grip

Fingers burning

Trying to stand up straight

Forever slipping

With nothing left to offer

Limbs are burnt out

Dragging weight down the path

We'll never make it

Move on, rerun

Move on, rerun

Chewed up by exhaustion

Bodies defeated

Trying to push through it

Digging feet out

Disappointment at each turn

Never a good day

Nobody's coming to help you

We can't afford it

Move on, rerun

Move on, rerun

Move on, rerun

Move on, rerun

Move on, rerun

Move on, rerun

Move on, rerun

Move on, rerun