Run Baby Run - Live

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's thinking about the places where she knows she still belongs She smiles the secret smile, and 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 and 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 the 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 baby, run