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
A coyote ran across the road
on the move without a home.
A flash of light reminded me of you.
This could well be your last stand.
Hold the sunlight in your hand.
Spread your fingers, feel the sand fall through.
I've done all I can do. Now it's up to you.
You're flirting with time baby
Flirting with time, but maybe,
Time baby, is catching up with you.
Shadowmen talk a real good game.
Every punchline has your name.
You cried out and no one came to you.
I've done all I can do. Now it's up to you.
You're flirting with time baby
Flirting with time, but maybe,
Time baby, is catching up with you.
Should be more to learn from this.
Can't say I know what it is.
No difference tween a hit or miss,
it's true.
I've done all I can do. Now it's up to you.
You're flirting with time baby
Flirting with time, but maybe,
Time baby, is catching up with you.
You say what you want to Jack, I'm gonna get my baby back. Trouble came right away, now you say she's gone to stay. Cough it up, hit the street, left without a word to me. Oh Oh, you don't know, how that girl could touch my soul.
You say what you want to Jack, I'm gonna get my baby back.
Suddenly you know my name, say there's only me to blame. It's gonna rain, its gonna shine, gotta stay between the lines. Rollin down a lonely road, you say I should let it go. Wish you would come on down, if you need I'll come around.
You say what you want to Jack, I'm gonna get my baby back.
Used to have a son named Joe, where he gone to I don't know. Maybe down in Mexico, livin off of Pattie's door. If you give me half a chance, I will make her sing and dance. I'm gonna give her all my soul, I'm gonna play her Rock'n Roll.
You say what you want to Jack, I'm gonna get my baby back.
You say what you want to jack, I'm gonna get my baby back.
There's some friends that I know living in this town and I've come far to see them. Gonna track em' down. They live in a brick house painted white and brown.
Left a tip for the maid and I packed up my guitar, dropped my key on the counter, rented a car. Gonna hook up with em' later and go hit the bars.
I need a big weekend. Kick up the dust. Yeah a big weekend. If you don't run, you rust.
Well I may shake your hand but I won't know your name. The joke in your language don't come out the same. There's times when I'm down and there's nothing to blame.
I need a big weekend. Kick up the dust. Yeah a big weekend. If you don't run, you rust.
I can work, I can travel, sleep anywhere, cross every border with nothing to declare. You can look back babe, but it's best not to stare.
I need a big weekend. Kick up the dust. Yeah a big weekend. If you don't run, you rust.
There's a shadow on the moon tonight
I swear I see your face up there with the satellites
Looking down from outerspace
Me, I'm drifting home again
Headlights in my eyes
Fighting sleep with windows down
Worn out from long goodbyes.
Night driver drifting home again (x2)
You offered up no history when you blew into town
You remain a mystery, no information found I speed dial the judgment call
The near miss hits the ground
The new king hides behind the throne refusing to be crowned.
Night driver drifting home again (x2)
High tide rumbles, pch
My tires losing track
Helicopter circling, wiping overhead
Now I sit and count the days and try to fill my time
There's a shadow on the moon tonight
The dollar gets a dime.
Well, they raised that horse to be a jumper
He was owned by a mid-west bible thumper
His preacher was a Louisiana drummer
Took all winter to get through the summer
The fieldhand hit the switch and stumbled
Outside the big engine roared and rumbled
The stolen horse spooked and tumbled
She didn't speak for a week
Just kinda mumbled
ankle deep in love (x4)
He was caught up in a lie he half believed
Found her hiding high in the family tree
Washed his hands and put her cross his knee
She said daddy "you been a mother to me"
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