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

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So run baby run baby

Run baby