Run, Baby, Run

Sheryl Crow

Tuesday Night Music Club

She was born in November 1963
The day 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

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
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 thinks about the places where she knows she still belongs
She smiles a secret smile, as 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, 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 a 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
Run, baby
Run, baby, run

So run, baby
Run, baby
Run, baby
Run...