I'm passing sleeping cities

Fading by degrees

Not believing all I see to be so



I'm flyin' 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?



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 is yours

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?