All the Roadrunning

A million miles, our vagabond heels clocked up beneath the clouds
They're counting down to show time 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 rimshots 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
But, when there's only a ringin' 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 leaving 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 the 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