I'm moving on alone over ground that no one owns
To find that saving grace
Past statues that atone for my sins
But you run on anyway
Watching life between the branches below
But you run on anyway
Who you are these days
To find that saving grace
You keep running for another place
Not believing all I see to be so
Don't you baby?
I'm flyin' over backyards
And there's a corner of the floor
You keep running for another place
And it's hard to say
You're confident but not really sure
No headroom for expansion no more
There's a guard on every door
Don't you baby?
They're telling you is yours
And a drink on every floor
Of your father's two-room mansion
But you run on anyway
You keep running for another place
Don't you baby?
You keep running for another place
Overflowing with a thousand amens
And it's hard to say
Country homes and ranches
Who you are these days
Who you are these days
To find that saving grace
Don't you baby?
Don't you baby?
And it's hard to say
You're rolling up the carpet
To find that saving grace