You're with me tonight on this dark highway. We've run it together. So many times. We've run it for money. We've run it for music. We've run it to pay for our innocent crimes. I took on my father and I'm still walkin'. Took on all comers in some shape or form. And I see with the eyes of somethin' wounded. Somethin' still standing after the storm. Here's one to glory and survival. And stayin' alive. It's the running man's bible. I been next in line. I been next to nothin'. Been next to bystanders. Who shoulda said somethin'. It was not in my vision. It was not in my mind. To return from a mission. A man left behind. Here's one to glory. And survival. And stayin' alive. It's the runnin' man's bible. I don't speak of the times I've nearly died. I don't speak of out lastin' those who are gone. Or the things I've done. I care not to remember. Or the desperate measures. That might have been wrong. Honey here's one to glory. Here's to bad weather. And all the hard things. We've been through together. Here's to the golden rule and survival. And to stayin' alive. It's the runnin' man's bible. Here's one to glory and survival. And stayin' alive. It's the runnin' man's bible