"run baby run" (s. crow)



she was born in november
ninghteen sixtythree
the day aldous huxley died
and her momma believed
that every man could be free
so they marked her 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 felt that time was young
the only thing she 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
'cos the arms are unfamiliar
and their talk of better days
to the comfort of the strangers
so that all before this says so
and baby loves to run

she coughs out all her money
on the taxi all the way
to meet her baby

and stares hopeful out the window
at the workers fighting through
the pouring rain

and she's searching through
the station
for an old familiar song

and she's thinking about the places
where she knows she still belongs
she smiles a secret smile

that shows 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

so that all before this says so
and baby loves to run


and she's searching through
the station
for an old familiar song

and she's thinking about 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