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?