She was born in November 1963, the day that A ldous Huxlay died
And her mama believed that every man could be free
So her mam a got high, high, high
And her d addy marched on Birmingham singing mighty protest songs
And he pictured all the places where he knew that she'd belong
But he failed and taught her young
The o nly thing she'd need to carry on
He taught her how to
Run baby run ba by run baby run baby run
Run baby run ba by run baby run baby run
Past the arms of the familiar and their talk of better days
To the comfort of the strangers, slip ping out before they sa y "so lo ng"
Baby loves to run
She counts out all her money in the taxi on the way to meet her plane
And stares hopeful out the Window
At the workers fighting through the pouring rain
She's searching through the stations for an unfamiliar song
And she's thinking 'bout all the places where she knows she still belongs
And she smiles the secret smile because she knows exactly how to carry on
So run baby run baby run baby run baby run
Run baby run baby run baby run baby run
From the old familiar faces and their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers, slipping out before they say "so long"
Baby loves to run
She's searching through the stations for an unfamiliar song
And she pictures all the places where she knows she still belongs
And she smiles the secret smile that shows she knows exactly how to carry on
So run baby run baby run baby run baby run...