TOM PETTY - Saving Grace

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

Don t you baby?

You keep running for another place

To find that saving grace

Don t you baby?