It's a gift, it's a prize, it's a good alibi
Such a trip, such a ride, I don't believe you
Like a curse on your lips, like the courage that you sip
It's a slave with a whip, and it will beat you
Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round
But when you're down, you're half way home
And that's the thought that counts, oh, yeah

It's a kick, it's a find, putting out party lines
Before you can realise, you've been enlisted
Start to talk - nothing comes, shooting blanks, empty guns
What used to be so loud is just a whisper

Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round
But when you're down, you're half way home
And that's the thought that counts, oh, yeah

The well is running dry, the clock is going slow
The worst is doing time, the best is touch and go
oh, yeah oh no
Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round
But when you're down, you're halfway home
And that's the thought that counts

It's a gift, it's a prize, it's a slip, it's a drive
Like a curse on your lips, it's a slave with a whip
Chasing shadows