Running through the fire © 2018 Vic Arnold There's an old man in ragged clothes in this uptown neighbourhood Some folks turn and whisper, "he must be up to no good". Acts a little crazy now and then when someone stares. Not someone you'd mess with any time or anywhere. Ch. "Running, running, through the blood and mire. Running, running, running through the fire." I said, "Hey old man what'ya doing here in this fancy part of town? I don't mind at all but there ain't many like you around." Then I looked him in the eye and recognised a dear old friend I said "It's been a long long while How've you come to such an end?". He said: "Running, running, through the blood and mire. Running, running, running through the fire." "I was in the army but I lost it in the head Now I can't hold a job down so I've come to you to beg. I'm sorry about this look but my situation's dire and you'd be looking dirty too if you'd been through the fire". Br He said: "Now I'm little short on swagger. A little short on style My hair is growing straggly and my thoughts are turning wild When you and I were buddies. We walked high on the wire but there's no net for safety when you're running, running through the fire". Ch.