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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Isham
Performer
Sting
Vocals
Curtis Roush
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Isham
Composer
Sting
Composer
Jill Streater
Copyist
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Isham
Producer
Andrew A. Kosove
Executive Producer
Broderick Johnson
Executive Producer
Curtis Roush
Editing Engineer
Deva Anderson
Music Supervisor
Ed McDonnell
Executive Producer
Frederik Du Chau
Executive Producer
Ian Wood
Assistant Engineer
Jake Jackman
Assistant Engineer
Patricia Sullivan-Fourstar
Mastering Engineer
Robert Townson
Executive Producer
Stephan Krause
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Did you ever have a dream that you were running?
Where the ground is like a wheel beneath your feet?
And no matter how you tried you just weren't moving
In whatever race you're running you'd be beat?
In whatever race you're running you'd be beat?
They tell me I'm a loser
I'm a hopeless freak
I look kind of funny and my little legs are weak
The wrong side of the blanket
The wrong side of the track
I hear the accusations when they talk behind my back
All the money is on the favorite
I don't get a second glance
I'm not even in the running here with an outside chance
And then I see your lovely face
Stand up and I'm back in the race
Nothing is going to stop me
I wasn't born to fail
I'm taking the inside rail
All the odds against me
In the two horse race
If I stand up they push me back down flat on my face
They tell me it's impossible
It's just the way I'm bred
And get these crazy notions right out of my head
All the money's on the favorite
I don't get a second glance
I'm not even in the running here with an outside chance
And then I see your lovely face
Pay no attention to the odds I face
I'm running from the outside
I wasn't born to fail
I'm taking the inside rail
Last night I had a different dream
I chased the moon's reflection in a running stream
While all the stars in heaven
Were standing there so still
I just keep on running and I'm half way up the hill
I see the crowd and the finish line
I see the day when the prize is mine
It maybe crazy the dream that I swear
The clouds are all behind me
The wind's in my hair
And then I see your lovely face
Pay no attention to the odds I face
I'm running from the outside
I wasn't born to fail
I'm taking the inside rail
Written by: Mark Isham, Sting