Saving Grace

I'm passing sleeping cities Fading by degrees Not believing all I see to be so I'm flying 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 movin' 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? Hoo! 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?