Run, Baby, Run - Live from the Theater at Ace Hotel/2019

She was born in November 1963 The day Aldous Huxley died And her mama believed Every man could be free So her mama got high And her daddy marched on Birmingham Singing mighty protest songs And he pictured all the places Where he knew that she belonged He failed and taught her young The only thing she'd need to know 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 She stares hopeful out the window At the workers fight through the pouring rain, oh And she's searching through the stations For an unfamiliar song And she pictures all the places Where she knows she still belongs She smiles the secret smile Because she knows exactly how To carry on, oh yeah 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 And she's searching through the stations For an unfamiliar song And she pictures all the places She knows she still belongs She smiles the secret smile Because she knows exactly how To carry on, oh-oh-oh Run, baby, run, baby Run, baby, run, baby, run Run, baby, run, baby Run, baby, run, baby, run Run, baby, run, baby Run, baby, run, baby, run Run, baby, run, baby Run, baby, run, baby, run 'Cause the arms of the familiar And their old familiar ways To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say so long Oh-oh, yeah Baby sure never loves to run Baby loves to run Applause for Lucius