I'm passing sleeping cities
Fading by degrees
Not believing all
I see to be so
I'm flying over backyards
Country homes
and ranches
Watching life between
the branches below
And it's hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don't you baby
You keep running
for 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 to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don't you baby
You keep running
for another place
To find that
saving grace
Don't you baby
Oh
You're rolling up
the carpet
Of your father's
two-room mansion
No headroom
for expansion
no more
And there's a corner
of the floor
They're telling you
it's your's
You're confident
but not really sure
And it's hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don't you baby
You keep running
for another place
To find that
saving grace
Don't you baby
You keep running
for another place
To find that
saving grace
Don't you baby