(Mark Smith)

I’m walking the marathon;
People giggle, people laugh
I see you ahead but you don’t look back
You’re out of my reach by one foot and one half
One foot and one half;
All that separates me from you
Oh, to bridge the distance;
There’s nothing I won’t do

I rise every morning;
Faith renewed, but doubt still lingers
Today I’ll make it, but maybe I won’t
You’re just beyond my fingers
One foot and one half;
Just behind and feeling good, feeling fine
One foot and one half;
Always keeps me moving to the finish line

Don’t think that you’ll get away
Don’t think that I will not last
Someday I’ll connect my head and my mouth
Then you’d better run
But you can’t run that fast!

I’ve got every word prepared;
I’m closing in, I’m by your side, today is the day
But I trip on my tongue and I scrape my knees
Damn! As I look up you’ve once again pulled away
But that’s OK

One foot and one half;
All that keeps you from my introduction
One foot and one half;
All that keeps you from my seduction
One foot and one half;
Always near but always so far
One world and one half;
Here I am, that’s where
That’s where you are