[ Featuring Toutant ]
Little rider, weaving through the lanes
A hair too short and a crewcut mane
Little rider, solemn as a stone
She says "excuse me," "almost home"
I say walk, don't run
I say walk, don't run
Little rider, gathering her things
Bottle caps, flowers, and strings
Little rider, come for a chat
She says, "excuse me," "what is that?"
I say walk, don't run
Little rider, heavy on my chest
Eyes are on a quest
Little rider, charges herself up
Then says "excuse me," she runs off
I say walk / don't run / Run run run
