She was born in
November 1963
The day
Aldous Huxley died
And her mama believed
that every man
could be free
So her mama got
high, high, high
And her daddy
marched on Birmingham
Singing mighty
protest songs
And he pictured
all the places
That he knew
that she belonged
But he failed
and taught her young
The only thing
she'd need to carry on
He taught her how to
run baby, run baby,
run baby, run, baby run
So run baby, run baby,
run baby, run, baby run
Past the
arms of destiny
And their talk
of better days
To the comfort
of the strangers
Slipping out
before they say so long
Baby loves to run
She counts out
all her money
In the taxi on the way
to meet her plane
Stares hopeful
out the window
At the workers fighting
through the pouring rain
And she's searching
through the stations
for an unfamiliar song
She's thinking
about the places
Where she knows
she still belongs
She smiles
the secret smile
Sure she knows
exactly how to carry on
So run baby, run baby,
run baby, run, baby run
So 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
And she's searching
through the stations
for an unfamiliar song
She's thinking
about the places
Where she knows
she still belongs
She smiles
the secret smile
Because she knows
exactly how to carry on
So run baby, run baby,
run baby, run, baby run
So run baby, run baby,
run baby, run, baby run
So run baby, run baby,
run baby, run, baby run