All the Roadrunning

A million miles our vagabond wheels
Clocked up beneath the clouds
They're counting down to the showtime
When we do it for real with the crowds
Air miles are owing
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
Has been in vain

The rim shots come down like
Cannon fire and thunder off the wall
There's a man in every corner
And each one is giving his all
This is my piper, this is my drum
So you never will hear me complain

And if it's all for nothing
All the roadrunning
Has been in vain
All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning

Well, if you're inclined to go up on the wall
It can only be fast and high
And those who don't like the danger
Soon find something different to try
And when there is only a ring in your ears
And an echo down memory lane

And if it's all for nothing
All the roadrunning
Has been in vain
All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning

The show's packing up
I sit and watch the convoy leavin' town
And there's no pretending
I'm not a fool for riding around and around
Like the pictures you keep of your old wall of death
You showed me one time on a plane

But if it's all for nothing
All the roadrunning
Has been in vain

Of a million miles of vagabond sky
Clocked up above the clouds
And I'm still your man for the roaming
For as long as there's roaming allowed
There'll be a rider and there'll be a wall
As long as the dreamer remains

And if it's all for nothing
All the roadrunning
Has been in vain
All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning

All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning