In the end you'll pack up,
And fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad, old man,
All alone, dying of cancer.
You run and you run, to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking...
and racing around, to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older....
shorter of breath, and one day closer to death.
Still one of the best lyric lines in the history of rock, IMO.....