Run, Baby, Run

She was born in November 1963
the day I was Huxley died

And her mama believed me
that every man could be free

So her mama got high, high, high

and her Daddy marched on Birmingham
Singing mighty protest songs

and he pictured all the places
Where he knew that she'd belong

but he failed and taught her young
The only thing she'd need to carry on

He taught her how to
Run baby run baby run baby
Run baby run

So run baby run baby
Run baby run baby run

Past the arms of the familiar
and their talk of better days

To the comfort of the strangers
slipping out before they say
So long baby loves to run

She counts out all her money in the taxi
on the way to meet her plane

In stares hopeful out the window

At the workers fighting through the pouring rain

And she's searching
through the stations for an unfamiliar song

And she's think of all the places
where she knows she still belongs

She smiles the secret smile and sure
she knows exactly how to carry on

So run baby run baby
Run baby run baby run

So run baby run baby
Run baby run baby run

From their old familiar faces and their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers and slipping out before they say
So long, and baby loves to run

And she's searching through the stations for an unfamiliar song

And she pictures all the places where she knows she still belongs
And she smiles the secret smile because she knows exactly how
To carry on

So run baby run baby
Run baby run baby run

So run baby run baby
Run baby run baby run

So run baby run baby
Run baby run baby run

So run baby run baby
Run baby run baby run

So run baby run baby
Run baby run baby run

So run baby run baby
Run baby