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 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 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 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?     ...