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
That he knew that she belonged

But he failed and taught her young
The only thing she's need to carry on
He taught her how to


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
Stares hopeful out the window
At the workers fighting

Through the pouring rain
She's searching through the stations
For an unfamiliar song

And she's 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


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