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?