He sailed the shores of distant islands
The wind and rope betrayed his hands
At once a rough and tumble drifter
But few recall a kinder man
He could ride a boxcar like a stallion
He could win a knife fight with a song
He chased the gold north to Alaska
With men from all around the world
They starved for months to find no treasure

So he put the mem'ries down in words
The legend carried 'cross the ocean
Of hungry wolves and bitter cold
It was the life he'd always dreamed of
His rightful stories would be told
London you could run
You were born to chase the Sun
I can't believe the places that you've been
And all the things that you've done

London you can tell
A great story can cast a spell
You took me deep into the wilderness
Be it heaven or be it hell
The world was hungry for his stories
To know of what he'd seen or heard
He covered wars in foreign countries
But found the whole idea absurd
What mattered most to him was freedom
What mattered least was growing old
He had the life he'd always dreamed of
But soon the life would take its toll

London you could run
You were born to chase the Sun
I can't believe the places that you've been
And all the things that you've done
London you can tell
A great story can cast a spell
You took me deep into the wilderness
Be it heaven or be it hell

London you could run
You were born to chase the Sun
I can't believe the places that you've been
And all the things that you've done
London you could tell
A great story can cast a spell