a million miles our vagabond heels clocked up beneath the clouds
they're counting down to showtime when we'll do it for real with the crowds
Air miles are owning but they don't come for free
and they don't give you any for pain
but if it's all for nothing all the roadrunning's been in vain
the rimshots come down like cannon fire and thunders off the wall
there's a man in every corner and each one's giving his all
this is my piper, this is my drum so you'll never hear me complain
but if it's all for nothing all the roadrunning's been in vain
all the roadrunning
all the roadrunning