RUN, BABY, RUN - Sheryl Crow

She was born in November 1963 - the day that Aldous Huxley died
And her mama believed 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
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
And 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 thinking 'bout 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
Run baby run baby run baby run baby run
From the old familiar faces and their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers, slipping out before they say "so long"
Baby loves to run


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 that shows she knows exactly how to carry on 

So run baby run baby run baby run baby run  (repeat to fade)