Karaoké Run, Baby, Run Sheryl Crow

She was born in November nineteen-sixty-three the day Aldous Huxley died

And her mama believed 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 where he knew that she'd belong

But he failed and taught her young

The only thing she'd need to carry on he taught her how to

Run baby, run baby run baby, run baby, run

So 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

And stares hopeful out the window

At the workers fighting through the pouring rain

And she's searching through the stations for an unfamiliar song

And she's thinking 'bout the places where she knows she still belongs

She smiles the secret smile assured 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 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 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

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

So run baby, run baby run baby, run baby, run