Saving Grace

And it’s hard to say, where ya are these days
But you run on anyway, don’t ya, baby?

Ya keep runnin’ 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 card on every door, and a drink on every floor
overflowing with a thousand amens

And it’s hard to say, where ya are these days
But ya run on anyway, don’t ya, baby?

Ya keep runnin’ for another place,
to find that saving grace, don’t ya, baby?

You’re rolling up the carpet, of your father’s two-room mansion
No headroom for expansion no more
There’s a corner of the floor, they’re telling you it’s yours
You’re confident but not really sure

And it’s hard to say, where ya are these days
But you run on anyway, don’t ya, baby?

Ya keep runnin’ for another place,
to find that saving grace, don’t ya, baby?