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