Song parody of
Jimbo's Boys
by Zersch
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We ran intervals around man made lake
Even here at forty three, the memory makes me ache
I clearly recall how your neck turned, the way you smiled
I feel my last breath of oxygen just to get across the finish line
Keep moving, you said
Turn it over from your legs to your head
From the motion to the deep
That last lap, we found something to keep
Somewhere in that sticky air we found a lap we didn't know we had
We found it to impress you, some girl or each other, or Mom and Dad
We found it for ourselves, it was a measure of where we stood
For we were Jimbo's Boys, doing things we didn't know we could
Keep moving, you said
Turn it over from your legs to your head
From the motion to the deep
That last lap, we found something to keep
Now we carry that last lap in ways we never expected
When we've lied to ourselves too long, that last lap is there to protect us
We find it in the waiting room, in the detox
In a long goodbye, on the long walks
In divorce court or the midnight hour
The sweat of our daughter's wedding flowers
In the soft rain on a long run
The dreams we've all but given up on
We hear the sound of the same voice
We share the gift of being one of Jimbo's Boys
Keep moving, you said
Turn it over from your legs to your head
From the motion to the deep
That last lap, we found something to keep
We ran intervals around man made lake
Even here at forty three, the memory makes me ache
I clearly recall how your neck turned, the way you smiled
I feel my last breath of oxygen just to get across the finish line
Keep moving, you said
Turn it over from your legs to your head
From the motion to the deep
That last lap, we found something to keep
Somewhere in that sticky air we found a lap we didn't know we had
We found it to impress you, some girl or each other, or Mom and Dad
We found it for ourselves, it was a measure of where we stood
For we were Jimbo's Boys, doing things we didn't know we could
Keep moving, you said
Turn it over from your legs to your head
From the motion to the deep
That last lap, we found something to keep
Now we carry that last lap in ways we never expected
When we've lied to ourselves too long, that last lap is there to protect us
We find it in the waiting room, in the detox
In a long goodbye, on the long walks
In divorce court or the midnight hour
The sweat of our daughter's wedding flowers
In the soft rain on a long run
The dreams we've all but given up on
We hear the sound of the same voice
We share the gift of being one of Jimbo's Boys
Keep moving, you said
Turn it over from your legs to your head
From the motion to the deep
That last lap, we found something to keep
