Intro :
I 'm passing sleeping cities
Fading by degrees
Not believing all I see to be so
I 'm fly'in over backyards
Country homes and ranches
Watching life between the branches below
And it's hard t o say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don't you baby?
You keep running f or another place
To find that saving grace
I 'm moving on alone
over ground that no one owns
Past statues that atone for my sins
There's a guard on every door
And a drink on every floor
Overflowing with a thousand amens
And it's hard t o say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don't you baby?
You keep running f or another place
To find that saving grace
D on't you baby?
Oh
You're rolli ng up the carpet
Of your fathers two-room mansion
No headroom for expansion no more
And there's a corner of the floor
They're telling you is yours
You're confident but not really sure
And it's hard t o say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don't you baby?
You keep running for another place
To fin d that saving grace
Don't you baby?
You keep running for another place
To fin d that saving grace
Don't you baby?
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