Saving Grace - Tom Petty

I’m passing sleeping cities

Fading by degrees

Not believing all I see to be so

I’m flying over backyards

Country homes and ranches

Watching life between the branches below

And it’s hard to say

Who you are these days

But you run on anyway

Don’t you, baby?

You keep running for another place

To find that saving grace

I’m moving on alone

Over ground that no one owns

Past statues that atone for my sins

There’s a guard on every door

And a drink on every floor

Overflowing with a thousand amens

And it’s hard to say

Who you are these days

But you run on anyway

Don’t you, baby?

You keep running for another place

To find that saving grace

Don’t you, baby?

(Oh)

You’re rolling up the carpet

Of your father’s two-room mansion

No headroom for expansion no more

And there’s a corner of the floor

They’re telling you it’s your’s

You’re confident but not really sure

And it’s hard to say

Who you are these days

But you run on anyway

Don’t you, baby?

You keep running for another place

To find that saving grace

Don’t you, baby?

You keep running for another place

To find that saving grace

Don’t you, baby?