Marathon Man

Dojo our Daschund, the only unconditional lover, yelped as I reached home from tour, today. He rolled over for his regular tickle on the belly and told me, in his own way that I have been travelling too often over the last four days. I was suffering from a bout of melancholy brought about by revelations of dark hearts and thoughts in some people that I know. My despair over the "it takes all sorts to make the world" evaporated with Dojo' canine love. I held him and hummed my favorite tune with my own touch to the lyrics;


Who draws the crowd and runs so proud,
Baby it's the marathon man.
Who's gonna steal the show, you know
Baby it's the marathon man,

He can make you love, he can make you cry
He will bring you down, then he'll get you high
Somethin' keeps him goin', miles and miles a day
To find another race to slay.

Night after night who treats you right,
Baby it's the marathon man
Who's on the radio, you go listen
Its the marathon man

Then he comes to town, and you see his face,
And you think you might like to take his place
Somethin' keeps him driftin' miles and miles away
Searchin' for some races to slay.

Then you listen to the music and you like to sing along,
You want to get the meaning out of each and ev'ry song
Then you find yourself a message and some words to call your own
And take them home.

He can make you love, he can get you high
He will bring you down, then he'll make you cry
Somethin' keeps him movin', but no one seems to know
What it is that makes him go.

Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim
The stride begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin
But he never seems to notice he's just got to find
Another race to slay,
Fade Away. Got to Play.
Fade Away. Got to Play.