Run, Baby, Run

She was born in November 1963
The day Aldous Huxley died
And her mama believed
Every man could be free
So her mama got high

And her daddy marched on Birmingham
Singing mighty protest songs
And he pictured all the places
Where he knew that she belonged
But he failed and taught her young
The only thing she'd need to know 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
She stares hopeful out the window
At the workers fight through the pouring rain, oh
And she's searching through the stations
For an unfamiliar song
And she's thinking about the places
Where she knows she still belongs
She smiles the secret smile
That shows 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 the old familiar faces
And their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say so long
Baby loves to run

And she's searching through the stations
For an unfamiliar song
And she pictures all the places
She knows she still belongs
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