Tom Petty

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 ya baby
You keep runnin for another place
To find that saving grace
I'm moving all alone
Over ground that no one owns
Past statutes 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 ya baby
You keep runnin for another place
To find that saving grace
Don't you baby
You're rolling up the carpet
Of your fathers two room mansion
No head room for expansion no more
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 ya baby
You keep runnin for another place
To find that saving grace
Don't you baby