The men at the front of the race
Set off at a generous pace
They don’t see what happens behind.
But if you go to the back
The thing you must know
Is some runner’s are really slow.
And if you’re are right at the back
It’s the tail runner’s job
To make sure you’re not alone.
In his bright yellow coat
The tail runner’s job
Is to make sure you all get home.
How ever far back you get
The tail runner’s always there.
He’ll run at the pace
Of the ones at the back
And make sure they all get home.
You may run really slow,
Even drop to a walk
But the tail runner’s job
Is to stay at the back.
He’ll go as slow as you.
He’ll stay at the back
Where the slow runners are
And make sure we all get home.
Now I don’t know much about heaven
Or the other place they call hell
But I’m sure there must be an angel
Who does this very same thing.
They stay with every last sinner
And jog along at our side
And they won’t drop the latch
On those mythical gates till
The last of our race is inside.
Like the shepherd who searched
For the very last sheep
Or the woman who’d lost her coin
I’m sure God must send an angel
To make sure we all get home.