When I'm lost
I'll never be found
You can bring your guns
And your floods, and your bloodhounds

I said, cause once I'm lost
I'll never make a sound
They'll say, he never made it out ­
He's gotta be six feet underground

Woah, woo, woah, woo

Well I watch the films
And I read the books in my Sunday Best
While you search the ground
And the trees of the Northwest

I know, just a tie in flight 305
Is what you found
They'll say he left five behind
And now he's six feet underground

Woah, woo, woah, woo
Woah, woo

Woah, I am running
Oh, I am underground
Woah, I am running
Oh, I am underground

Woah, I am running
Oh, I am underground
Woah, I am running
Oh, I am underground

Woah, I am running
Oh, I am underground
Woah, I am running
Oh, I am underground

Woah, I am running
Oh, I am underground
Woah, I am running
Oh, I am underground

Woah, I am running
Oh, I am underground
Woah, I am running
Oh, I am underground
Woah, I am running
Oh, I am underground